How Many Faces
You are a kaleidoscope some days,
The light hits and your colors blaze;
Others, you cling to blacks and blues,
Scarlets, and blood-red hues.
The king’s jester, a funeral guise,
Your face charades a thousand lies;
Which mask is true?
Which you is you?
There’s no need to hide,
I’m here; confide.
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