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Rita De

Abstract

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Rita De

Abstract

Scripture

Scripture

1 min
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Thou art my scripture

See, how the hills stand

At sixty- five degrees angle

At the background of the sky.

The river does not know

How the boat draws a straight line

On her breast

I am also journeying

Without any respite

Along the zigzag track of mind

Whither I do not know.


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