Poetry

In exile

Walking in the mist, you wonderIs this the stuff or dreams or nightmares?How many who lay herecarried the dream of a Free Tibet?Waking to a past, untouched bythe mystics of the dreamcatcherThe grief, walking sideContinue reading “In exile”

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