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The Lies Illusions Tell Us
As I watch a maple swaying in the autumn breeze,
I ponder the beauty that lies in illusions;
How shooting stars are not stars,
But matter burning through the gases of our atmosphere-
How rainbows can't be chased,
Because they're merely light refracted through water-
How the moon's soft glow isn't the moon's at all,
But rather a reflection of the sunlight-
And how constellations are coincidental placements of distant balls of light,
Made into shapes by our imagination;
Indeed, so many of life's most beautiful happenings are rooted in deceit-
Visions created by traitorous hearts
I ponder the beauty that lies in illusions;
How shooting stars are not stars,
But matter burning through the gases of our atmosphere-
How rainbows can't be chased,
Because they're merely light refracted through water-
How the moon's soft glow isn't the moon's at all,
But rather a reflection of the sunlight-
And how constellations are coincidental placements of distant balls of light,
Made into shapes by our imagination;
Indeed, so many of life's most beautiful happenings are rooted in deceit-
Visions created by traitorous hearts
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