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Illusion
Illusion
My boat is still
No breath of wind
No sign of land
No shade …
No wand!
The fog
That hangs uncertain
At the edge of my feelings
Is like a rope
Around the neck …
Of Time
No tick of hope
No chime
No echo …
Of illusions
And no sound …
Of rhyme!
Eclipsed by awe
The heart has lost
The charm; the glow
For, there is dark
And there is snow
And there is fog
That hangs uncertain …
In the flow
Of running circles
We call them “Time”!
