Illusion, a mask upon reality
Its features utterly lost in the shadowing
Neither would bother to decipher
Lapsed in companionable silence, we would admire
A beauty we sought to seek
A playacting we sought to fit
A storybook perfect stirring
The pinnacle of success would manifest its glory
And out of communication in the wrap of cocoon silk
Despite,
It wastes no time in pleasantries,
Too many a tale
Would eventually irreparably marred by
A grain of truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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