Masquerade

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Lights are dim 

Words like glass

Each face shrouded 

By a beautiful mask

Feet move together

Like hourglass sand 

Gentle and flowing

Like the intertwined hands

Eyes shine beneath

Ominous shadows of a hidden face

Feathers and silk

Jewels and lace 

Diamonds glint

In the fading light

Passion stirs 

With the oncoming night

The magic

The mystery

Drifts away as the end falls 

On the masquerade

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