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Just by chance
Our paths cross,
Understanding of minds.
We stumble and stagger,
Almost touching the sun
I can't be anything to you......
Sun remain warming us,
Deaf to those words, keeps shining.
The spiritual ayes
Begin to open,
Seeing from nowhere,
Judging the distance.
I am fill in that nothingness.....
Of existence.
While the songs of nature
Bring relief to the mystery


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