Of that Old Pain
A wounded heart, marked by memory's almost, festers with unkissed desire.
Read more →Dawn chorus quiets as fresh peonies adorn a tombstone. Light etches a new mandala on a sun-washed wall, still, silent, and expectant.

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First light crickets calling the chorus to an end
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End of service
freshly plucked peonies
still on the tombstone
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sunrays
a new mandala
on the white wall