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Jan 2018
She looked beautiful
Something filling in me
an wholeness
Walking inside the park
At one junction
She called me
and hugged me tightly
I felt a kind of wholeness
She relieved me, the wholeness
the date was over
Walking towards my car
can feel the wholeness
Nothing more or less
a dream
I sat before my tea cup
I filled
She filled
Everybody filling
the tea never overflowed
the content remain the same
A wise man sat in front of
asked, "why your cup empty?"
I looked into my cup
a bottomless
an abyss
Got up
Emptiness means wholeness
you can fill the emptiness
unlimited with love..
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