What if life was an illusion,
And everything that we saw was just a mirage,
The tree, the mountain, the rivers,
Never actually existed,
Which we thought were the very pillars of our mother earth.
Category: life
The First Downpour, Poetry by J K Roseline
The wind was snarling
At my door all night,
Romancing with rain;
Mystic nature divine
Rejoicing with delight
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