Phurpa Lhamo Poems

Gone are those days when we used to breath fresh pine trees
Gone are those days when we used to herd our cows with bliss
Gone are those moments when we used to listen to the song
Of the mysterious bird that made us wonder for so long
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When I see this beautiful giant cypress tree
The messed up mind of mine is free
From the daunting harshness of reality
And gears me to be a person with personality
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