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Minds of Vagabond Clouds
I interact with her,
Fall for the poise;
And get 'entangled.'
The space-time distanced,
It hardly mattered as,
Superposition enhanced.
What does the distance carry?
How does the time matter?
When the souls fly together.
Before the recognition,
I knew both zeroes and ones;
The after effect vanished.
I was content with,
Both or either,
Ones and zeroes.
Such was the mess of,
The affair that I seek,
To break the codes.
Love and Life for all,
And hope to change the,
Minds of vagabond clouds.
poem
by
Sanjeev Kumar
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