You still come

After all have been said
You still come in my head
like a merry-go-round
that goes round and round
on the unknown music
just like some magic trick
of a great magician
playing with illusion

Even with a step ahead
You still come in my head
like a big great ship
going on an unreal trip
far across the sea
sailing invisibly
on the reality
creating mystery

When sometime I dread
you’ll still come in my head
Hiding you pretend
that everything is mend
so that I’ll close my book
without taking a look
if you’ll rise again
until the very end


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