They say I am but a fragment of your vast imagination.

Cast out by your whimsical axiom and yearning of something rare in this universe.

A raindrop that magnificently falls from a ferocious sky,

changes in vivid spectre right in front of your eyes,

and disappears much like any other demise.

But what is real and what is not?

Can one’s heart be swayed when it has already been set?

Out of their barren words,

your spectacle of affection,

and in between our dancing perceptions,

You and I… collide.


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