O Buddha Poem by Natasa To

O Buddha



Come to me when grief is still,
When the mouths shaked still,
Saw thy cloudy to cover still
Behold their blue skies.

Come to me when tears have dropped
Into drops of pearl,
When the sighs like butterflies
Are but deep and few.
Hold me like my lovely mother,
All mine anguish let me love my mom
In thy brooding heart.

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