Enigma Poem by Mana Kavingyan

Enigma

It's a paradox that a noisy perforated hill becomes a quiet meditation hall.

© Manakavingyan

Tuesday, June 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: meditation
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Noise turns into silence
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