Illusions In Our Mind Poem by Lone Dog

Illusions In Our Mind



They're gone now.
They formed, like us,
In the womb.
Were born,
Were nurtured,
Matured,
Prospered,
Aged,
And died.

Their cycle came full circle.
Now they're only memories -
Just illusions in our minds.

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