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truth un-found

truth a myth all around truth rages to be more profound here its desolate in my heart fate says: beginnings with ends and ends' beginning all mixed up and never ending lost and alone cant we ride? to the sun to the tide? for never we'll have rest until we have caressed creation's brow to breathe the truth of who "I" am

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Date: 1/21/2018 3:47:00 PM
I don't think we'll have any rest too soon...but it will come one day...When we discover who we are...A conscious poem indeed ...All the best Tushar
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Tushar Yadav
Date: 1/22/2018 1:51:00 AM
thanks
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Tushar Yadav
Date: 1/22/2018 1:51:00 AM
thanks