Behind the fabric we hide our grace,
A world of whispers, a quieter place.
Eyes speak volumes where lips cannot,
In this masked realm, truth is sought.

The gentle curve of cotton’s edge,
Shields our breath, a solemn pledge.
We wander through this veiled domain,
Seeking solace amidst the strain.

Yet within these layers, stories lie,
Of dreams and hopes that never die.
A smile unseen, but not unfelt,
In every glance, connections melt.

When dawn unveils a brighter day,
Masks will fall, and hearts will sway.
Until then, in silence we trust,
In unity, rise from the dust.