Here you'll find

 

Woods White with fire

 

 

Poems of Shantiam

 

 

 

 

Lost Chance

Bare cliff,
grassless, treeless,
the days of my lonely life
boulders on the slope.


Far below,
between the boulders somewhere
a flower blossomed.
It did.

 

© Aigha

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