Poem: The Unknown (IV)

(i)

We meet again on 29th September,
I squeeze through the sea of chamber,
Someone’s behind is a pusher,
I fall to your feet, such improper,
You stopped, hands out but the bodyguard take you away

(ii)

As I was up to my stand,
You look on
Brushing stare, you saw me,
Reality and virtually, deep within
You’re real but what about your feelings?

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Previous posts are as follows: –

1) The Unknown
2) The Unknown (II)
3) The Unknown (III)