Poetic Journey in Personal Discovery

Superficial light, I believed you were true.
I was even sure it was you who shone through.

My spirits were lifted, hope was acquired

Dreams were envisioned, my heart was inspired.

But when night descended, upon my tiring spirit.

You fell into shadows, and luminance was lifted.

You were a falseness, a snake, a mask to eclipse.

Fiction placed craftily on the cusp of darkness.

©Elizabeth Dianne Allee

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