Mirage
An alluring optical illusion
A magnetic, winsome mirage
The wellspring of my sullen heart and confusion
Deceit and betrayal in pristine camouflage
My morning glory singing in the day
Time passing and blowing like the wind
A withering rose that's fading away
Soon that pernicious pain would end
Passing currents rushing over rocks
The sun in my heart has left
My earth 'quakes' from loveless shocks
Golden treasures of my soul utterly bereft
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2023
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