your eyes are
fathomless chasms
and i find myself falling
once in a while
the way alice tumbled
down the rabbit hole

you are a
paradoxical metaphor
representing every bright spectrum
of my gray-tinted universe

i count shooting stars
and dandelions
sometimes i even think
i see your smile in the
constellations

are you the wisps of clouds
on a particularly rainy day?
drifing with no direction
i often reach out to you
though i never seem to grasp you

perhaps to me
it's as if you are
everywhere
but i can't seem to find you
anywhere

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