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Thursday, January 24, 2008

A Walk I Remember

You walk...
Gait of which is never understood,
to seek beyond the black stalactites the sky offers.

You walk...
Tranquil soul and recycled dignity,
to surmise a meaning even for the spit on the sidewalk.

I walk...
Many a time with a frustrated desire,
that fails to open, for it lacks the Sun.

I walk...
Support the fingers: Enamel coated,
to alleviate the lotus and shake its waters.

We walk...
With a recondite purpose,
fragrance of which is the only memory I keep.

We walk...
Moments of no banal existence,
to experience 'A walk I shall remember...'

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