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11 October, 2024

Dear Friend

Paused after the
pain. It was very cheap. Your
end was the future of your past.

Love opens the eyes
by new moons. Heart flies
like a bald eagle to go for a kill.

I walk lonely at
the pathless Dharma. Who
was true and right? A ghost will tell.

Satish Verma

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