%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Psychology >> ID #1300088 |   |
| |||||||||||||
|
Sorting task
Surounded by our masks we cannot see reality. Cannot know the truth that hides in lies: the hearts that shielded, beat; the eyes that do not blink; the tear that does not well for fear that when it drops the masks will too. Surrounded by the lies that let us live, we dare not ask: Which one's mine? Which one's yours? © Kåre Enga [161.116] 2004 april 25 Entered in my blog January 2006. Edited further on 2007-08-02.
© Copyright 2007 Kåre Enga en Costa Rica (UN: enga at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Kåre Enga en Costa Rica has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
 Log In To Leave Feedback |
Static Items
Books
Forums
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
