Illusion

The breeze drifted past her cheeks, with eyes half-closed she could feel its softness,

The red rose bloomed with grace, she breathed deep to devour its fragrance.

The moon with its wings spread wide, amidst the night sky laden with stars,

Resembled the missing pearl in her necklace, she thought she found it at last.

As the rising sun welcomes a new day, bidding adieu to the night that is gone,

A new beginning lay ahead, she thought, she was reborn.

But when the soft breeze transformed to a gust of wind, the thorn from the rose pricked her within,

When the pearl from her necklace went again missing,

She realized it was still dark, the rising sun hidden behind the clouds,

She broke down; all she wanted was to cry out loud,

She had fallen in love with the wrong person again,

Her voice choked hard, she stood alone drenched in the rain,

Alas! She mistook it all yet again.