Poems from alessandra2020

Mask one, mask  two, I'll put them on for you.   Mask three, Mask four, Its not me, but the masks whom you adore.   Mask five, mask six,...
Night, dear night, How your moon does shine bright. But the nightmares and horrors Of your dark sullen moods Surely cast over your stars....
I wouldn’t be me. No, not me completely, If for some reason, I lacked all my writings. Because writing Is twisted, It is ingrained, Into...
Her first night out as a flapper girl, And he was a man of the band. One thing they both had in common, They really loved jazz.   She stood...
Breaking the bindings of the shadows, They open up through song . Passion fills their guttural growls And rebellion reverberates their...

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