asatya

all these fields of golden grass

in windy dreams you are

stony paths into the sky

and trees of cinnabar

dance like dutchess butterfly

daisies when you smile

is there dragon treasure or

moments more worthwhile

smile now and see me

worldly things ignore

think of me at sunrise

you’ll see me no more

 

 

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