• _venomonty_ 4w

    Mirage

    You will one day turn around to see..
    There had been a desert behind you,
    All this time...
    Which you once crossed,
    And all, who lived in that golden stretch of sand,
    Looked at you,
    As if you were,
    A mirage,
    Having nothing is prettier,
    Than having the hope of something.
    For a mirage always gives hope,
    A hope that shatters,
    Soon enough.
    Tell me,
    Were you always a mirage?
    Which I kept running after,
    Or was I the sinner?
    Whose penance was you.

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