Beyond The Surface Light

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Do people know what I mean
When I say these things?
My words may dance like butterflies,
But do they reach their listeners' bountiful eyes?

I spin my thoughts like the softest of thread,
A tapestry of ideas that I spread,
But do they weave a story true,
Or just a mangled web askew?

I pour my heart out in every verse,
Hoping my feelings won't disperse,
But do they touch someone's soul,
Or just fade away to nothingness?

So I wonder, do people really know,
The depths of my words, the highs, and lows?
Or do they just skim the surface light,
And miss the reality of what I write.

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