My hands say
"Once we leave
What we held
We are empty"
My eyes say
"Though we see one thousand objects
Nothing dwells in us
We are empty"
My ears say
"We hear a lot of sounds
None of them belong to us
We are empty"
My mind and my heart
Were never empty
They bear very many things
To give me
Disappointments
Along with distress
And
To make me live
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