Disguise Of A Face That Never Changes.

If one is to visit, one must also return.
As simple as a page being turned.
Whether being of this world or the next.
Some rules always apply.
Painting a portrait of the sky.
The clouds come and go but the blue underneath always remains,
It is the disguise of the face that never changes.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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