Fleeting Realities

 and when the stars appear,
It's all hazy and I am floating.

scattered smiles.misty eyes.

warm hands. amused glance.

and when the sun rises,

It's all shiny but I feel dull.

(Why is it always silence between us?)

and I weave poetry to escape all.

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