Illusions - Poem by Gil Gregorio
Subtle as it is to be
amidst a chorus of litany
something unusual haunting
like a carousel of joy but fainting
within a careless hype:
The desire is never before known
neither yet to be known
but the experience is so unique,
rarely held but surely cleaved.
None of it was reality
but it conquers the heart
to sudden death!
What it may be at odds
the ebbs tried to falter like a melody
but the song remained unsung
by those that do not sing
but uttered by those who sung.
Illusion as it may be known
but not to an extent beyond
the imagination of what is reality!
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