Knock..knock..,
a tap at the heart door,
that only I can hear..
'Is it some ghost story..?',
I know certainly, you fear..
A dual reality holds me,
or may I hold it dear..
Sometimes found hazy,
at times felt so crystal clear..
Tales colorful or
wrapped in dull shades,
sharing laughter or tear..
Lessons to live lively or bravely bear..
Brought forth from far away or
happening near..
Leaving imprints forever,
year after year...,
year after year...,
year after year...
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