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Thursday, 14 April 2011

Poetry of the day




That Blue Mountain


I reach here
beyond a huge mountain
at its deep bottom,
in this blue light
like an everlasting dawn.
All living past
and left behind,
feeling a mild remorse
and vast relief; free
like a successful hermit,
smiling to oneself.
We all reach here separately
and abide alone.

1 comment:

  1. Do we all reach there or you talk about all those who reach?

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