Veiled sadness
that the eyes do not deceive
and the mouth contorts.
A storm cannot be hidden,
it covers the sun
and darkens the sky
with its clouds.
It's like pain,
it turns the quiet of the face
into a torment
and the wrinkles
look like plough fullows
on scorched earth,
but pain can kill
while sadness
can only wound.
It is like a storm,
it is made of clouds.

July 10, 2020