Theatre Of Cloud Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

Theatre Of Cloud



sword of immature theatricality
creats desperate focus
without feasible theory in secret of depth of breath of humanity stream.
no experiential wisdom with mature theory, no gems of life.
sitting beside a bluish lake.
an old and tettered-and-torn smiles like a surprised rabbit.

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