Illusions
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Morning sun shoots an arrow
purloined from Cupid's quiver,
through the mellow heart
of the sky, blue and serene.
Shy, bitten by his love, she smiles
through her tears of happiness
and all seven colours
dawn on earth for the first time.
Sun ascends his throne,
his power makes people run
for a cool shelter; caught in his love
but, she cannot move.
Haughtily he moves on
without casting as much as
a fleeting glance at her
and she burns in his apathy.
Now she understands that
his love was but, an illusion
and we, that not just the rainbow
but the sky too is an illusion.
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