A Bhutanese Traveller's Diary
Stories from the road.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
|We Must|
Give us a reason to die-death
There is none but all must.
Even the sun
And with it the Moon
All we see perishes
All we live dies in that moment
The stars die slowly
A twinkling death to dark
A fox howls in pain
Deep in the night.
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