Illusions

The fluttering wings

Of the white shadows

That lurk in midst

Of wakeful hours

And crowd our thoughts

With sweet melodies,

With brilliant desires.

The illusions change

The wakeful hours

Or the dreamy nights

The poison of love

Or the sharbet of delusion

A mix of desires

Kindled by the magic

Of powers unkown.

Totally, TOTALLY random :/

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