Mask 12 Friday Aug 2016 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 11 Comments TagsLife, Tanka No voices, rumor, Noises, the silence of all These big cities. People cross without meeting, Dehumanized mask. TwitterSkypeFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
Finde ich schön. L.G.
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Love the message in your words Esther! Hugs my sister!
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Haunting words, love the artwork…
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The strength of silence
Never should make you afraid,
A word can break it.
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Did you ever like it…
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Totally love it!
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Powerful, Esther!
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I agree this is powerful.
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BOTH MEN AND WOMEN MAKE OBJECTS OF THE OTHER…TO AVOID MEANINGFUL INTIMACY…SEEING BEHIND THE MASK! GOOD JOB, ESTHER! ❤
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We find it gets to be a habit…nearly everyone fears someone getting too close! Words and picture—are a perfect match, Esther!
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