by Elizabeth Elia

Created on: December 31, 2010

Snow may fall

And icicles may form

Days may pass

And the sun may shine

But the beauty of thus

Is only an illusion

This land, this wondrous land

Where dreams are real

And faith is rewarded

How I wish it were true how I wish it were so

In the midst of all that is light

What now have I found to be so dark?

What truth so cynical, so sinister

To be spoken of as such?

What truths does this illusion seek to hide?

What hides behind this wondrous winter wonderland?

Where are the answers to the questions I speak of?

If this all is fake, then is anything real?

Oh, snow may fall

And icicles may form

Days may pass

And the sun may shine

But what truly lies beneath it all
May never be known

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