There time is invalid the world is far away soaking in the long river of history feeling close in one breath
The poets before me touch my heart like a bright moon drunk in the evening twilight mesmerised by the still water like a mirror reflecting my rest
The incense wakes me up in the morning Cooking smoke brings on my tears in the moist morning mist Nostalgia for the peace and quiet there as I silently miss you
Flicker of Thoughts 