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Sep 2014
I want to reach nowhere,
fill sand dust on my feet.
Fingers grasping thin air,
gritting restless teeth.

chase out  my thought,
listen to monastic chimes.
Make misty ring road,
and fluty little rhymes
Anand Acharya
Written by
Anand Acharya  Thimphu Bhutan
(Thimphu Bhutan)   
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