Illusionist Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Illusionist
Curled 'round my memory
...with your clever trickery
Raw emotions bleed out the same...
Sorrows of yesterdays fairwells
Mere casualties of illusionist blame...
Your Top Hat magic...
Rabbit with a Black Wand...
Disappearing into the dusk...
N'er returning with the Dawn!
Now you see and now you don't it's all in the hands like poetry...
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4/19/2024 3:38:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, I'm not deluded by this 'Illusionist'. However...I would like to know who revealed the secret use of my black wand? Excellent write and imagery!