Someone who taunts me night and day,
A most elusive, silhouette.
I dream in spaces narrow,
Trying to visualize,
What this Being is really like
And if ever we’ll coincide.
But the Shadow escapes me,
As soon as the sun does set,
And all I have left
In the silent night,
Are the empty dreams
My lonely heart projects.

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