Om Mani Padme Hum

Mon, 01/20/2014 - 19:06 -- sgrover


When will the fire go out?
Your warmth and mine.
Sparks in the sky.
Ash falls on our faces.
The smoke fills our lungs.
What once brought us joy and love.
I've lied next to bodies both warm and cold.
Intensifying the fear of growing old.


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