Last Gypsy Church Of Buddha, Indiana Poem by David Kowalczyk
Last Gypsy Church Of Buddha, Indiana
Tears falling from a weeping willow,
virgins ascending through the clouds.
Sighs from the night's last moonbeam,
monkeys whistling through your mind.
Panthers licking blood from the wind,
homeless angels landing on your nose.
A tickling of your heart,
butterflies sailing from your soul.
The sound of one eye winking.
I liked it up until the last line. Just a tad too cute, a trifle too clever, for its own good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/24/2026 2:47:32 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
The ending is perfect. Absolutely perfect. In fact, it rescues an otherwise somewhat mediocre poem.