An Illusion

August 11, 2009
By WhiteRain SILVER, Holden, Missouri
WhiteRain SILVER, Holden, Missouri
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Rivers, they flow
Ribbons, winding through the lands
Drifters as they go
Shaping life with many nimble hands

Go may they be
Slipping, sliding, lost in tangled thoughts evermore
Opulent crystals say they see
Peek at treasures hidden sparkling in an unending galore

Lost in a hollowed mind
Filled to the brim in a torrent of lies
Truths left far, far behind
No more shall we need see the coming dark demise

Swift and frigid, claim the soul
Cascade into an abyss, an unending hole

The author's comments:
This poem was originally written for my English class during our Poetry unit in the form of a sonnet

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