In shadows cast, illusions play,
A mystic dance, a grand display.
They whisper tales of what could be,
A mirage of reality we see.
A trickster's game, a veiled charade,
In fleeting moments, they cascade.
With fleeting hopes, they toy and tease,
A tantalizing, mystic breeze.
In dreams they thrive, their colors bright,
Promising wonders, out of sight.
Yet, like a mirage in the sand,
Illusions vanish, a shifting hand.
They paint illusions on the mind,
A tapestry of worlds entwined.
But when the dawn begins to break,
Their painted hues start to forsake.
For truth's embrace, a clarion call,
To pierce the veils, break the thrall.
In the abyss of lies and guise,
Reality waits, where wisdom lies.
Embrace the truth, discard the guise,
To see the world through honest eyes.
In clarity, illusions fade,
And wisdom's light will never shade.
So let us seek, with minds unchained,
The depths of truth, where we're sustained.
For only when illusions part,
Can we find truth's enduring heart.
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