goldenlangur Posted March 7, 2010 Posted March 7, 2010 (edited) Journal entry back home driving away Insistences of a Moonlit Mind Colors What is there to know? Last things Possibility Doors (Edited) Eyes When Timmy died Into Silence gibbous March moon (tanka prose) The Offering Time Will Tell You A Wreath gray May three little words your avocado tree When the lotus bloomed They come Edited March 12, 2011 by goldenlangur goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
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