Mirage- Prosper Anyanwu A.I

1. An Echo is heard, but the sound is mellow.
It leads me down the stream, ripples are shallow.
An ecstasy of paradise, but fantasy with melody.
My eyes are closing, all senses thou dull.
This life is better; I feel light as a feather.
2. O Heart full of joy, Ye mind full of ease.
A voice is heard, this time very loud.
It leads me to a cave, a bright light is flashed.
My mind is back, a comatose indeed.
Behold my body, with patch and ****.

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1.   Horses are stead, trumpets are heard.
Swords were sheath, blood is shed.
The topic is art, with groups of larks.
Some questions are asked, but the lesson is yet to elapse. A place and a time, with riddles and rhymes.
Stories are told, in harmony and hype.

2.  Once upon a time, with passage of lines.
The end is near, be patient and calm.
My mind is sooth; my heart is eased.
Remember to breathe, from the pressures of heat.
The sun is up; the rays have come.
My mind is dull, O body, why numb.

1.) Beautiful and mysterious like a tulip.

Supple, yet smooth you flow as the wind.

What sort of creature is this? I asked!

She is "Anna", they replied.. in a ridiculous manner.

2.) Thou shall not be frail, let not your eyes turn pale!.

Courage, you coward! And overcome your fears.

I am but a lost lad, the worst of all men!

This creature you call a woman, will forever be my best nightmare.

Still like the waters, bright like the sun.
It never stops flowing, show me if there is more.
Ye shall be ecstatic, yet quick in ranting
Foul words run loose, the music shall be exciting.

2. Spirit is happy, soul is ******.
Love quite an illusion, the aftermath is commotion.
Sing my hymns, the hymns of joy, feel my pain, the music thou shall pay.
Every color is unique, my advice to you.
Death is a gift, embrace it be cool.

The rays of the sun reflect on my eyes, from early this morning.
Thus I am still weary, Ye I shall scorn.
I try to chase the wind; my mind is too unique.
My heart filled with rage, O my why today.

2. Now it is noon, thus the scorching heat.
The boredom is depressing, for all I do is sit.
Perhaps I am contemptible, for my laziness.
My selfishness is outrageous; I am without context.

3. The sun is down, my energy is depleted, my willingness is diminished.
I am full of pain, relieve me of my misery.
Thou cannot save me, I am derisive.
Who will come to my aid, for I am dismissive.