Don't ask me if it is dream or reality
for what separates the two is
this one thread thin laced curtain
swaying beautifully on the edge ,
a bit of dream like reality
and a bit of reality in dream ,
and I try my best to sing the unsung song
in a voice that carries my heart
waving through all that mystery
delicately hidden in the morning fog ,
the dew scented fog .
Did you hear ?
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