Poetry

Voyage

A voyage across the sea
A memorial to lost soldiers
Ruined forts, abandoned houses,
Nature reclaiming its hand

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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