Senses are an illusion.
The mind plays slatternly tricks.
We;
the people.
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Senses and illusion. puppets; in the Master's hands. Agony. Blood, tenderness, enemity, cruelty, the facts of life, the realities of life you have a pictured in a sad way. I like the realism in this poem. You have the rare ability to picture the real of life. Thank you dear poetess. tony
the people. Nothing but puppets; in the Master's hands. Enduring Agony. isn't it easy to blame the fate? well written, keep posting!
A nice poetic imagination, Kira. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks