Illusion

Finally got to be where the soul feels loved.

Where the skies glow bright, where the shores don’t bluff.

The eyes had cried, cried from dawn to dusk.

Now rains find the same and instil them with trust.

The mind knows that this will walk away, and all will be in dust.

Illusions you call them? But sometimes they are enough!

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