Short Poem: Want

A banquet cannot sate,
nor feast abate,
my hunger.

From cups overflowing,
wine outpouring,
still I thirst.

Nothing can satisfy,
be low or high,
timeless want.

These verses round a ring
of suffering
emptiness.

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