goldenlangur Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 What the wind brings The November wind carries a hint of juniper and sandalwood smoke, and an echo of cymbal and thigh-bone trumpet... Across the ridge ragged manes of poplars stain the setting sun. Ravens, fields and peaks meld into the valley's’ dark mouth. Soon, the stars unveil their incandescent tracery of paths. Outline of a face flickers in the dark. The front gate clicks open. But no footsteps sound in the cobbled courtyard. It is cold and silent. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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