Kyi Kyi Poem by Amala Comer

Kyi Kyi



Embers that softly glow
reflecting times
of deep sorrow.
Charred remains
in dust do lie
my grieving heart
that you had to die.

Feint whispers
on the wind
carry Kyi Kyi
Tibetan war cry.





November 8th 2012

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