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Mar 2014
When I start,

                      It takes over
And I won't stop.
               Distractions arise but fading like my youth.
An ancient and unceasing system of connotations and intertwined liquid gold
                                     Wrapped in its endless possibilities,
                                        Willingly trapped in your mind.
     I find it relaxing and somewhat perfect.
Seriousness.
Sometimes how I feel when I've got Single-pointed focus.

Is it the same for you?
Himal
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Himal  Australia
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