Reality of Reality
When I look at you with much hope
You return me showing back my face
But you hide which I hold in my head
The images of love drawn with grace
In my loneliness I sought your help
You follow me everywhere and copy me in ditto
But you conceal the fire which burns inside
Lighted by drizzling rain and dripping thunder
When I am tired down and tuckered out
Riding on the flight of my imagination
You spread a sheet to lay me down
But you steal the cloud where I kept
The sketches of my wish and fanciful dreams.
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