The beautiful facade,
Is but a hidden shield,
Where unsightly actions,
Are place beyond with thrill.

Taking extra special care,
To keep the front in focused view,
There are secrets to conceal,
Placed behind the appealing hue.

Known only to the doer,
And a minute few, carefully chosen,
Where it is sincerely hoped,
Secrets behind their façade are woven.

Once the truth emerges,
From amidst the clandestine halls,
You will hear a rumbling,
The collapsing of covert walls.

Gayle Davis
October 22, 2003©
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