Perhaps the speaker knew they also had on a mask. Perhaps on the inside.
Much to think about from these few words.
I always find that less is more.
j.

Yes sure I had a mask too, unfortunately. It is universal. Thank you.

Barefaced boy in the swamp here

I am glad t know you dear.

Hugs. 🙂

It already has worked….you’re still here.
Where is my copy?

💋

Still working on it.

Congratulations & good luck! 🙌

Good luck with your endeavor, Paula.
j.

I really like the cover….great black and white shot…looks like film noir!

A touching tribute to music and musician. This may be the best compliment that a guitar player could ever expect. A feeling of peace and satisfaction is elicited in me.

When I’m practicing guitar a little later, I’ll play you a few bars. 😉

Excellent poem, Fia.

Now that was a song all on its own!

Oh, my–are you talking to me? I’m being silly, of course. I’ve been playing guitar for a long time, so these words have special meaning. I love the image of this damsel being moved by the sound of the strings. Who knows what will happen at intermission?

This flows like a melody. Great piece Fia.

Very nicely poemed Ma’am .. Neville

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I always loved this one, cuz. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Succinctly sorrowful but deeply meaningful .. Neville

Such bitter aftertastes are often those that are remembered the longest .. Nice one .. Neville