Existence 

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Who am I to you, to the world?

I am the abstract, but still alive.

I am the virtual, but still survive.

Who am I to you, to the world?

I am a dust grain with no abode.

I am a fragrance of no bloom.

Who am I to you, to the world?

I am like the life in the air.

I am like the blood in a body.

Who am I to you, to the world?

I remain a mystery unsolved.

I am a dormant desire of the heart.

From the world,

I’ll disappear in a moment.

I’ll be gone like a vapour.

For you,

I’ll be an endless question.

I’ll be an untouched tale.

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