PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

Illusions brushed

On the vast canvas of life,

Each stroke, a desire,

Each color, an unmeasured promise.

In shades of broken dreams,

Unfinished stories are drawn,

Where hope has dissolved into cries,

And the future hesitates to be painted.

The brush glides, hesitant,

Between the real and the imaginary,

Creating distant landscapes,

That hide a solitary past.

But even in painted illusions,

There is beauty in imperfection,

For it is in shattered dreams,

That the soul finds redemption.

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