Sunday, March 29, 2009

Entry for 30 September 2006

A lotus dips its laden petals in a silent pond. Where does this white fragrance come from?

Weighing so heavily on the soul,

Trees weep copiously shedding their petals,leaves.

The sun, the moon, the stars blur, dark is the cloud that weeps.

A stranded soul weeps by the river of woe, a frozen tear gleams by her toe.

Alone we come alone we go then why this companion sorrow?

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