I wish you knew me.
Many a day I have longed
for simply the comfort of your smile,
and the tenderness of your laugh-
brighter than any day in July,
and more musical and inviting than a grand orchestra.
But you do not know me.
I am as unreal to you
as the palette of dawn,
intangible and many times
invisible, because you keep your face to the ground,
because you dare not to dream
of soaring the way I dream of you.
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