Breath Of The Immortal Poem by Patti Masterman

Breath Of The Immortal



Seas twinkle and there is a trace
Of diamonds in the sun's bright face
Day comes again; there is no death
Inside the garland of your breath.

In the temples praises sung
From dawn to dusk, Padme Hung
Gods and demons and their ilk
All churn the sea of milk.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
nomad omnia 22 February 2010

Nice one! N

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