Summer in Tibet

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Sunshine burst into the room

Arranging tiny dusts in a vertical row

The past crept silently through the open window

I walked inside the total darkness.

 

Again the old Beijing is caught in the Samye sands

The ferries are unaware they have left us 

We wave our hands, we scream for help

but the Tsangpo is stronger, much stronger

and the tide never turned in our favor.

 

Life kept moving backward, so it seemed-

in a vile canopy of remorse and sadness

No one quite understood why except the damp pillow-

She knows all our painful secrets.

 

Oh Well…story of our life

story of our miserable love

filled with angst of dreams that lost their way

In the hours of morning, noon and night.

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