The Masked Lady
I looked through the storefront window
and behind a case of glass
stood a lovely child-like woman
living behind a mask.
Her mask was ornately decorated,
but she really was quite plain
And when she took off one facade,
another mask took its place.
She winked at me to come closer;
For fear of the doubt I said no.
For I wasn’t sure if it was her
Or the mask that had wanted me so.
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Nice imagery. That middle quatrain is a bit shaky, but the whole is strong. If you can tweak the middle, this should be submitted to calliope.
Love.