Confessions of a Traveler: Final Verse
VI
The Geometry of Loneliness
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You are the sand-
At the end of the desert-
On my tiring feet.
You are the teardrop,
At the end of a days’
journey
In my eyes.
The plateau of self-realization,
Followed your fragrance,
Into the womb of memories.
And then…
Without the sensation of the
sand,
Without the dampness in the
eyes,
The journey I undertook,
Seemed at a loss for sense.
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