You are not just a rare find,
To even begin your hunt is rare.
I tell the world that I found you. They asked about the possibility of you being a reality.
They would never believe me,
Because you are the picture every mind has in its existence.
So to believe that you are standing in front of me as of now,
Is as if my mind broke free from the chains of its own resistance.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
