Illusions

The stars were stoned and the night stripped bare naked, exposing herself to a gloomy day. The pearls dropped from heaven onto the green carpet beneath, drenching the naked trees and making the flowers cry. The past was smiling sorrowfully through a rear view mirror, leaving its footprints on the decayed time. Its legacy was heard in every chord that was played. It echoed a series of faltered art, it was indeed a warcry of a wounded heart.

It was a never ending exile, carying the burden of fragile truth and dominant lies. The frozen feet were tied with heavy chains of emotions, and the pain was harvested in the fields of sorrow. The dead stones finally broke the silence and summoned the courage to confront the fallen goddess. But, it was too late!! The night spread its wings again and carried the day in its womb.

Is this an illusion??

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