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It Is You
Something touched me briefly in the air,
as if it had a tad bit apparent to share.
" It loved me. "
Something woke me up unto the night,
a wonderful feeling of fully dusky bright.
" Was that you? "
Something brushed my hand as I walk,
strolling down the road, deep in thought.
" Well, is it you? "
Something helps me wake up unto each day,
soft touches that embrace me in every way.
" It is you. "