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You and your beauty’s world!
They say imagination is always ahead of the dream,
So I imagine about you, your ways, your sweet smile, and then I retire into a dream,
Where you are the imagination, you are the reality,
Where I sleep in the palpable wonder of your beauty,
And whenever I wake up in these endless projections of your beauty,
I feel within me the rush of your beauty and its sanctity,
Then when I have reposed in it for long enough,
I imagine again and indulge in the imaginary bluff,
Where you are cast in the mirror of my life and now you reflect everywhere,
Easily everywhere because in this world there is no here and no there,
It is always everywhere although you are just somewhere,
Because it does not matter as long as your beauty and you are there, just there,
Then who cares whether it is left or right, up or down, East or West,
For me in your presence everything appears to be in a state nothing short of the best,
So it is this world, your world, your beauty’s world where you are installed in every atom and its every element,
And even God wonders what is this new, but such a wonderful element!
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