An illusion that softens every edge,
An illusion that teaches us the
courage of rain, a storm,
One that remains with us in an attempt to prevent us from endangering ourselves,
Barely alive, barely breathing,
However, holding on, grabbing on,
Hopeful,
An illusion of poetry,
For the young, for the broken, wiping off our cries, wiping off our tears,
As agony clings with the desire to destroy us,
Embracing us,
Sending us away to the world of an Illusion,
An illusion of poetry.
