Who are You?
I asked thee,
Unknown,Yet I know still,
A face never seen,
Yet familiar it seems,
Thy voice unheard,
Yet sweet rhythms chimes within,
And I query yet again,
Who are You?
I ask thee.
And she says,
I'm the known of the unknown legacy,
A face sketched,
zest and passionately,
The echoin' sounds,
Whom you long to see.
I answer thy query,
I'm the throbbing heart of thee.
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