Soothing Candor Poem by Satish Verma

Soothing Candor



The absolute
had become contentious.
You hit the road.

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To find peace
and unwholeness, which
gives you, yearning.

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The grand design
fell short of easthen lamps.
The warehouse was empty.

Saturday, April 5, 2014
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