by phil gennuso, click for full size
Shining masks, a different, difficult history, today is song, tomorrow is sorrow. Wanderer, reckless, celebrant, family, you peer behind your sculpted mask with a smile, a toast, a tear.
Mardi Gras Mask
27 Wednesday Apr 2016
Posted in #Prose Poems/#Short Fiction, VISUALS
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