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His true self.
#WritcoPoemPrompt48
Write a poem about a time that your illusions of someone or something were shattered.
In the mid day it seems as dark night,
In the calm mid day it was like a heavy huricane sight.
It was the day when her dream land got shattered,
it was the day when she come to know everything was a painting.
And its making things haunting.
It was the day she met his real self.
Days has been paased like changing the shelf.
But She feels that illusion of his still somewhere in nowhere.
Although her painting was a just a bright illusion form nowhere.
Things are far the way she had dreamt.
But she didnt kept this as a scar in her heart.
She carved that painting as a lesson to be wise.
In the mid day it seems as dark night,
In the calm mid day it was like a heavy huricane sight.
© @estrella_brillante🎐
Write a poem about a time that your illusions of someone or something were shattered.
In the mid day it seems as dark night,
In the calm mid day it was like a heavy huricane sight.
It was the day when her dream land got shattered,
it was the day when she come to know everything was a painting.
And its making things haunting.
It was the day she met his real self.
Days has been paased like changing the shelf.
But She feels that illusion of his still somewhere in nowhere.
Although her painting was a just a bright illusion form nowhere.
Things are far the way she had dreamt.
But she didnt kept this as a scar in her heart.
She carved that painting as a lesson to be wise.
In the mid day it seems as dark night,
In the calm mid day it was like a heavy huricane sight.
© @estrella_brillante🎐
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