when you enter a room
you are full and when you leave it
without any word wasted
you are still full: nothing more
nothing less, you feel the goodness
of keeping things within yourself
like some hidden treasures
still undiscovered: you look at them
again inside your heart
you belong to no one else
and no one else belongs to you
like the beauty of venus glowing
like a star from where you stand
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