Sunday Stanza

Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Six- Illusions By Hannah Williams

by Hannah Williams

When the moonlight reflects a mirage
Wait for the sun to say it’s an illusion.
Don’t rely on the mind which makes a faint figure
Yet sight and sound tells us its called perception.
Once materialised where do illusions go?
Maybe above and beyond the fading rainbow.

 

 

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