I saw a short clip today of a mountain peak during twilight. It was still covered in snow, and the clouds were so low that it appeared as if it was on fire. The mountain and clouds were a beautiful orange-red, and the clouds movement, due to strong winds, were looking like raging flames. This mirage inspired the poem below. Sometimes the eye sees something that isn’t real. Many people that go through internal struggles depict a different picture to the outside world. That is why I found this to be so similar. The struggle is never portrayed to the outside world; therefore, being a mirage themselves. Here is the poem.
Flawed
I saw today the mountain on fire
While it was still covered in snow
Raging red and orange
The clouds on that day were very low
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A mirage to the eye
Making you believe what you saw
To deny the truth
Is to admit to a flaw
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I am like the raging mountain
With the clouds hanging low
A mirage to others
Who see me with that glow
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written by Cristina Tarantino on 29 Jan, 2024
