This is it. Everytime I exclaimed.
My heart is lost at the wild goose chase.
To search the image in reflection is like
To chase the reflection in the object.
Pointless.
Tossed and turned
Mauled and hauled
Mocked and shocked
Oh! This wicked hope of mine.
This is it.....
My core echoes....
Is it so?
( echoes of fading laughter in the background)
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