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Twigs Twigs Scattered, Gathered Twigs, twigs I gather And then comes that whirlwind storm What is fear I have never learned I do not recognize its face Scattered, scattered Asunder, I shine What is mine Embraces me by itself What does not belong Wasnt mine in the first place Twigs, twigs Scattered, scattered asunder Dried Discards This is my reality My being This is my beauty And my ugliness too Neither sanctuary Nor home But intrinsic to me There exists something unique Which no other has!

Shyam