ཚེར་མ།

ཚེར་མ།
Thorns

I move through myself
like a wind howling
through the desert
the darkness inside
is space
according to my mother.

Outside the wind is blowing, too.

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My quivering heart is held, despairing,
by all the elements
but mostly by
my friendྲ.



April 7, 2020

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© 23. November. 2020 Simla