It presents itself in bits and pieces
It can look easy like A and B
or make me nostalgic for Caspian sea
Sometimes one does not have access
when and where it’s needed
But try we must to reach its buttom
Uncover its mask or find where it is hidden
Even though it does not smile or shed tears
it does make us emotional, be it happy or sad
Sometimes it is in back of our minds
Other times, it stares at us
we can forget it or vaguely remember
But we honor it every second
simply by giving nothing or just one thing
In return it does bring magic for us.
