Window Glitter

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The way you walk

mirrors your talk;

a being dancing on window glitter.

Streams of light,

beaming gleefully at the end of a Spring day,

warming my feet

and lightly touching my sleeve.

But you are not real

my Springtime love,

who only exists in my waking dreams.

You are the shadow of the Sun,

impossible,

floating through my fingers,

felt

and yet unseen.

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