illusions

Years pass in

tangles of dreams;

cobweb patterns of

warped time

and brilliant visions.

Red flowers glow in our hearts

dance in our minds,

like explosions of fire.

We spread out our hands

and break the night;

watch frozen pieces of stars

falling, glinting silver.

And the storms of butterflies

burn golden

in the center of our world

until only illusions remain.

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  1. “we spread out our hands and break the night” love it! and the ending was great too (i heart butterflies forever) loved the poem and good picture choice as always

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