Duality

 

 

Prescience, sensed, something seems

Held out of reach, patiently

Softest mist on the fringe of dreams

 

Whisper softly, again I may know

Days long gone, in silent groves

Lost between sky and earth below

 

Fragile touch, fear not, as I became

Apart, where once but one laughed

Heard or spoken, one and the same

 

 

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