In the quiet folds it lies concealed,A fabric shield in a world surreal.In every thread, a whispered tale,Of whispers lost, behind the veil.With colors bright or muted tones,It covers us, yet we feel alone.A silent voice with stories to share,In every layer, we find a prayer.Through crowded streets and empty halls,It stands between us and the calls.A guardian of the breath we take,In every moment, a choice we make.Yet beyond the mask, a smile stays,In hidden corners, where warmth lays.For though it hides, it cannot erase,The human spirit, the tender grace.