Soft laughs, strange faces,
Nervous looks, timid gazes,
Only empty, meaningless phrases.
Awkward gestures—silent pleas—
All around an endless nothing.
Reaching outward, inward fleeing.
Still hopes, unspoken longing,
Secret dreams, feeling, knowing,
Beneath the foreign, cold façade,
Something real—light discerned—
In its unseen splendor waiting.
Reaching outward, inward glowing.
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