He who never thinks of anything as ‘mine’ does not feel the lack of anything: he is never worried by a sense of loss. - Buddha (568-488 BC, Founder of Buddhism)
Heavy hearts and running minds
We’re all unique but of one kind.
Late nights up, by ourselves,
Collections of poems clutter our shelves.
We sit in a zone, without a thought,
Waiting for the emotion in which we sought.
These are our minds, night by day,
It is absurd, but it’s our way.
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