Illusion Is A Strange Thing
Illusion is a strange thing
Once hugged, it is responsible to come out
When and how to make it done
No one knows that already
Maybe a smiling face, maybe a moment of care
Then an invisible bond ties into the heart
Love sometimes burns like fire
Sometimes it touches like the waves of the sea
People forget everything in it
Identity, position, loses yourself
Just want love for some mental peace
Someone's existence becomes absolute fulfillment
Together means making the whole world your own.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2025
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