Phantom


Phantom of my reality,
yet real to my imagination,
you are seen,
but you are not heard,
you are felt,
yet never touched.
You are not spoken of,
you are truth,
you are light,
you are dark.
When my skies have turned grey,
I know you're there
to make it all go away!

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