Uniqueness circumscribes my life
Lays out the width and length
Of my landscape, making my
Path cross and merge
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Even a poem fails to connect when we cannot form the right words to link and make it flow. So, must we reach out and feel, and grow in the feeling, and be enriched with more words.
I would hate to leave not having known myself or others, just a garbled image in space. What kind of a life is that?
Deep meaning Check out my poem sun and planet
Thank you Pratik. I will.: -)