I was lost,
Searching for
Illusions, thinking
That my happiness
Could be found
In which was so
Solid as a cloud.
I built a castle
Made of clouds,
I cultivated dreams
That could never be true,
Because they were
Nothing more than illusions.
Where are they now?
They've gone with the waves,
Flown by the Wind,
Like all the illusions.
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A broken soul
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems that speak about death, love, loneliness and all the emotions and feelings that we all feel.