Bright, yellow, golden flicker.
Blazing flame - Can you see shadow of the flame?
Poor burning wick, and its lonely shadow.
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Relativity, curved space, curved time,
Beyond understanding of mine.
Me, inside a bus : a mere traveler.
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Typing this one, may not be me, here,
but my other self, from a distinct world,
asking me to speculate a possible connection.
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A rainy day, an incessant drizzle,
"drenched" - is the word,
Pearls from your hair, all over...