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Confessions of a Traveler: Final Verse

VI The Geometry of Loneliness
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.