thoughts twinkle in this twilight of travels
neurons send and receive like wind in tree
all tension and concern gently unravels
only sweet acceptance is now in me
Why did I go, where I went, what was there?
All the questions that are bound to assail
I can merely smile, for I do not care
to take my experience to a verbal jail
The feelings are too fresh and unique
I refrain to explain what I cannot
silently it lays peacefully oblique
for in the telling I will have forgot
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