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I wake up sometimes
In the middle of a dream
I need not it
Its just a shadow
Your touch of an inch
A little whisper
Sound of your breath
And pillow of an arm
Make me believe
That life is true
And much beautiful
For you are there

Presence

When you will be busy
With your work everyday
Keeping up the schedule
And staring at your laptop

Forgetting about the flower
Blossoming around the corner of  your table
And steaming cup of coffee
Getting cold like a fading memory

Those such times
Remember I will be there
Sitting silently near you
Listening to your presence