name game
Name game
It was not his name really.
He may have any other.
Yet his presence, eloquent,
Delightful and ever green
Shimmers like an imp in space.
It disappears but remains true.
Like those scripts, futile without
A mind to conjure them up
In a word of its reflection.
His name remains true to them
Who believes it to be truth.
It was not his name really.
He may have any other.
Yet his presence, eloquent,
Delightful and ever green
Shimmers like an imp in space.
It disappears but remains true.
Like those scripts, futile without
A mind to conjure them up
In a word of its reflection.
His name remains true to them
Who believes it to be truth.
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