Tomorrow Poem by Amala Comer

Tomorrow

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When a man burns
he conquers all pain.
No fear
no concern
for this world remain.

So China your threats
they lie idle,
Your fist is losing control
The High Realm
in which we reside
We wait for Maitreya's
tomorrow.











November 26th 2012

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