Wednesday, May 4, 2022

night poem

cold night air
coming in steady
cross temple breeze
rattling doors
waking tired monks

2 comments:

  1. It is hard for tired monks and tired old women to get a good rest these days. Smiles.

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  2. Another poem. Monks rise to the chill of night air. May their morning come with with warmth and enlightenment. Thanks, Ollie

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