Illusions

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(Captured from the Suratkal Beach, NIT, Suratkal)

Speak to me,
Speak thro’ drifting clouds.

O! sing to me,
Sing as if the sun would throw a flare,
To give to harmony.

Then call to me,
Call across the drowsy valleys,
Spread the word you care!

Now come to me,
Abandon now ,
My inner dreams ,
That lay illusions bare.

Then pray for me,
Pray that I recover,
From reality.

But no! I ask, how could you,
For you were never there.

– Mark R Slaughter.

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