what are we made of

I miss you like the rain, when the dew under the sunlight

is looking for its beginning

and asks the sun,  – what am I waiting for ?

perhaps you will hear my questions, since

you are in my dream, and it even possible that

you are real

because if you are then this world is real too

 

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