Mirage Poem by Jerome Brooke

Mirage



Layers of false illusion lie,
Clouds of pale daimons tie.

Under us, red walls glow,
Tears, cold knives, flow.

Choice now, now will return.
Hope and love shall learn.

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Jerome Brooke

Jerome Brooke

Evansville, Indiana
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