In the storm I admire the spirit of prayer flag!
In the snow I enjoy the beauty of snow flower!
The suffering makes me realize the happiness!
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Tsampa's sweet aroma
Awakens nourishment's longing
Its taste brings renewal
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I sit silently and gaze out the window of this slow-moving train
I catch my breath, as my eyes land upon the angry, Indian Ocean
Memories bring storms rushing towns, wicked winds stealing homes
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a man
devoid of limps
lying on the ground
a headless horse
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As I roam with the moon overhead
I come to my black tent standing in the tent camp
I enter and restlessly try to sleep
the moons light keeps me company
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Standing alone by the fence
I looked over at my tent
so Isolated it was in the snow
I was feeling dehumanized by this winters night
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