Ilusoes Perdidas

A walk in the park

in sensations that don`t fully captivate you senses.

A loss big enough to  leave behing a dent in this armour made of ignorance of the world surronding me.

A laughter of misery  lost in the silence.

And a feeling of certain death.

Lost Illusions is either all that has been or will be given freely to obliviation...

It is sweey misery,or ugly sorrow of forgiven love.

A memory that lingers to cause more pain.

Or it is nothing.It has no meaning at all,much like this poem...

The End

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