By Damien Knight
You call him out, You call me out
Me from the shadows and I hear
You call, but what is it an echo?
Ah but you see your face in words
Like a broken silver mirror
Because my visions I can’t ignore
Alas how do you act so sure
Have I not said it isn’t me
My lady how do you know I implore
Yet with every comment I hear
No I see Anh. Anh is shadow,
Is blossom, it is Sakura,
It is the mirror to my crystal sky
I see her in my dreams brave
I see Anh in your words but it’s not you
And alas I am not him too…
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