How could my heart triumph over differences
And not lose innocence?
I took all my possessions to the temple
The shrine was bright with candles
Scents ascending with verses.
And not lose innocence?
I took all my possessions to the temple
The shrine was bright with candles
Scents ascending with verses.
Outside I looked at the plowed,furrowed fields
Twittered my message from the village
Framed by disks linked to the stars
Sentiments wrapped with leaves
Destined for the compost.
This poem was previously posted on February 4, 2011 in my previous (old) blog.
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