Beneath the fabric, stories untold,
A silent shield, a quiet hold.
Eyes speak volumes, hearts concealed,
In a world where truths are slowly revealed.
The maskâa veil, a gentle disguise,
Protecting dreams, sheltering lies.
Breathing whispers, muffled sighs,
In a dance where the soul quietly flies.
Layers of meaning in every fold,
Comfort and distance, both controlled.
A barrier, a bridge, a tender screen,
Between what is and what has been.
When the mask is worn, we learn to see,
The hidden depths of humanity.
A simple gesture, yet profound,
In wearing masks, our spirits are unbound.