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by: Devi Nangrani
| When I travel | | From the tip of my toe to the top, | | With no distinction between
The physical and astral me.
That is the moment of fire
Between me and my real self
To meet myself and enjoy the union.
Within me is an island
Hidden from the sea of my body.
It is here that I shed a tear
Hidden from the eye of my heart.
For I feel the separation,
The yearning, a tearing apart void
In the space that is within me.
To reach my destination
Never to be back from top to toe. |
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