Where…XVIII

Where my poetry
justifies its existence.
Where thoughts are aligned
and feelings coherent.
Where words may fall short
but understanding deepens.

7 thoughts on “Where…XVIII

  1. This sounds like my soul-mind on a really, really good day – when I stop talking, judging, planning and I just sit and listen. I love it. A fine piece of work, SatyaKam!

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