Phantom
You
are the space between the raindrops;
That
corner in the umbrella’s canopy
Which
has never known moisture;
The dry
patches in the snail’s slimy trail;
The root
of the swan’s feather
Where
water has never been;
The pebble
trail on a muddy path;
The
sunshine that sometimes fades
But
always comes back.
Someday,
when you are resting
At the
end of a rainbow,
I
will trap you, like a memory,
Between
the pages
Of
my favourite book.
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