Who are you?
Who are you?
Sometimes you caress me like a cool breeze...
Sometimes you are the tempest that violently uproot me..
Sometimes you make me glide very high in the air...
Sometimes you drag me back from my fantasies...
Sometimes you pamper me like a baby...
Sometimes you ruthlessly open me up to expose all the ugliness within...
Sometimes you become very raw, blotched with glaring imperfections...
All through these, it's certain that we are inseparable..
Are you the reflection of my soul?
Or my alter ego?
Or my guardian angel?
Who are you?
Preetha Raj
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