An Illusion Poem by Dorsey Baker
An Illusion
Fog rides breath
of morning
an illusion
comes walking
dressed up as love
which makes us
so very glad
then turn sad
when reality
wakes us from
the dream
and we see
the nightmare
that looms before us
in our eyes
the reflection of
misery and pain
and the door opens
to darkness and despair
the fog is gone
but still
the clouds remain
to remind us
how unpredictable
the weather is!
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4/26/2024 7:20:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dorsey, such a magnificent poem....................