Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live. - Mark Twain

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Illusion

Wonder you may say to
The movement of the clouds, the blooming of flowers,
The rise of a wave and its fall.
-Be not a flower peeping out of its vesture
To behold beauty when itself stands much more beautiful.
Look at the most wonderous thing,
O teenager! Look at your beating heart;
A moment it glides with the favourite bird,
Next it beats on the lines of your best book,
It also stops at the texture of a flower,
But again and again returns
To the most lovely flower that never bloomed-
Whose eyes blink in the moonless nights,
Whose fair body lays in the blaze of afternoon sun,
Whose lips smile from within the red roses,
Whose hands tickle while a breeze blow away the locks,
And who embraces while Sleep is at work.
-She is the creation of all beauties on earth
But when you go to embrace her she's none.