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Rita De

Abstract Drama


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Rita De

Abstract Drama


Melancholy Meditation (6)

Melancholy Meditation (6)

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This body is a tree

The two arms are its branches

The trunk is the torso

 The eyes and ears in it are the holes The fruit it bears is the head 

The leaves are but the countless diseases 

It is the nest for living organisms 

Who claims that one's body is one's own?

It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body 


It is but a boat that carries us from birth to death.



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