Illusions Poem by shimon weinroth

Illusions



even if it's not,
convince yourself
decieve the mind
drink a psyche's brew

delude the mind
escape the soul
subdue the spirit
to believe

what was not so
is true to you,
true for you
magic of mystery

soothes the troubled
gently smoothes
round surface
abounds in harmony

of illusions sweet and soft

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