Beyond the mirage there's a fleeting truth,
Shadows whisper soft in the desert's booth,
All is relative ideals shift like sand,
Hold no sacred way just reach out your hand.
Live like a saint if the world stays clean,
No obscenity cuts through the serene,
If there's no lies let honesty bloom,
A flower in the chaos to brighten the gloom.
Beyond the mirage you'll find serenity,
Where dreams collide with eternity,
Strip the layers down till all feels bare,
Truth and light waiting in the open air.
Mirrors crack and show the void beneath,
Ideals fall like an autumn leaf,
Sacred paths crumble under time's weight,
But there's freedom in the twist of fate.
No obscenity no lies no decay,
Just a moment where the soul can sway,
In the rhythm of an honest tune,
Dancing under the silver moon.
22.06.25
Beyond the mirage
© Copyright: Алиса Забаровская, 2025
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