Having known You becomes hard.
Even though adhering inextricably,
You don't get caught.
In both light and gloom You persevere,
Bathed in scent from the grove of psyche.
You're engrossed in cadence, tune, and beat,
Upon existential shore.
You make laugh and You make cry as You please;
You set adrift on sky-blue's reverie.
As You like, You make dance accordingly,
Through a liila mysterious.
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You are the Ghost Who's always close but ever unknown.
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