The game

November 6, 2008
I thought that for a moment, i heard you whisper my name. But the wind was gently blowing, and it taunts me with this game.
Are you real or made of light? like a wishful dream which came. An aspiration from my heart, as it taunts me with this game. I've known your warmth forever for which it seems and i've asked Heaven for your name. Looking into the darkened sky, as life plays its taunting game.

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