The fire of the marketplace
burns the dross better than
the mountain sanctuary
where the lotus floats
upon the pond of dreams.
Whisper in the branches
of banyans and watch the vines
entwine in embraces that last
for centuries.
Beside the Song Me Kong
the teak can grow in snow
turned into chocolate.
Galaxies unravel,
stars explode and I
bloom within your garden
for these eternities.
A contest entry
- I am lost... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended January 8, 16 entries
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Comments
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Ah..what a curious imagination you have weaved to bring the effect of this trtuh of the life..wonderful imagination indeed..well done...

