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The wave is going
The water is being left behind
There is no water in the wave
There is something else which is going

The poem does not stay in the word
Nor does the meaning of the poem stay
The music does not stop in the sound
The picture does not stop in the form of color and line

Life is not only that much as lived,
What is coming to the awareness
It is not only that much, everything
That place is somewhere right here--

Where the music resonates in its natural rhythm
The meanings of the poem are wavy,
Where all the shapes come true on their own
Where the feeling is so intense

Like the womb of a mother
The starry sky of a dark night
Or the yellow sadness of a solitary flower
On a half-fallen wall

Where even the intensity becomes rare!
Maybe someone can see 'that place'
That place is very close to man
Maybe someone can say someday-
'Here is that place
Exactly here, I am placing my finger on where!'
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Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏.  @vikbuddy

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