tapped out, two
Living on Cold Mountain, I got free of the world.
Not even a mantra hung on my heart.
Maybe a line of a poem might get scribbled on a stone wall.
Me, drifting home, like an unmoored boat.
~ LXVII, Han Shan
~~~
i am not happy or unhappy
no more or no less
than the mist outside my window
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-03-13 at 11:25
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