A song plays in my head,
all the time.
A sweet melody
that soothes my tired soul.
It fades away at times,
in the heat and noise,
but when I am solitary,
it flows back in to me.
It never stops, a constant.
'Who are you', I asked.
'I am you.
You write me,
you sing me,
you hear me.'
I stared into the mirror,
and saw a face on the verge of wrinkles.
Its worry lines dissolved
as it slowly smiled
and said,
"I, am a song."
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