The Dazzling Illusion
A CHILDISH GIGGLE,
WOLF CRY ROUSED.
THE TIRED WOMAN ON BED.
THE GIGGLE CAME AGAIN IN
DIRECTION OF BATHROOM,
WHO KEEPS A ROOM FULL OF TOYS?
DAZZLER, SO THEY CALL LIKE MORNING DEW
THIS SOON MELTS.
DAZZLERS, GLITTERING LIKE GOLD BUT NOT GOLD.
DAZZLER, WHAT DAZZLES
THE INCURABLE PAIN OF UNCERTAIN DAYS.
THE EMPTY PROMISES WITH THE DAZZLING ILLUSION.
THE STRONG WILL TO LIVE,
BY THE GIFT OF LOVE,
IS THE STRENGTH OF ONES?
YES, THE STRENGTH IS LOVE,
LET WADE THIS POOL OF PAIN
TOGETHER IN LOVE IS WHAT DAZZLES.
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