The White Robe

Deceits
Lies
To no one but herself, by herself

Masks; Her priceless possession
Camouflage; her only fashion
A rotten fruit with the nicest flowers

With no lenses
her lost soul in black filt
he saw

A white robe
with no price tag
he made for her.

by Obumselu Chimamaka Hephzibah