Unrevealed
it is what lies dormant in this near past
as I reflect in this looking glass
what stays clear and what stays hidden
like snow that covers the ground but glistens
sparkling under the afternoon sun
while grass waits for the winter's end
it is what I hear or cannot hear
no echoing refrains that call me near
without a lover's touch or sweet, sweet moan
reminding me as I sleep alone
no other chances, it rings crystal clear
from when you were here and since disappeared
it is what I feel or cannot feel
was it memory or was it all real
the dance with steps too complicated
like a blockbuster movie that is overrated
what I can not see, or hear or feel
without a doubt stays unrevealed
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