Richard George

The Meditatrice

Fawn hair part-curtained
her English girl's guileless face
as down she drifted
on parachutes of Sanskrit
and when she came back she said

'Dancing with angels'.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Poem Edited: Thursday, November 13, 2008

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