Monday, March 26, 2012


Dew
Linda Bansil


Our lives are as simple as the wind 
that made us into grains of our universe
Tread lightly as if we match the feathers
a smoke that brought us here
Bring us to the lightness of each ray
the sun will not take it against us 
Be pure as if water did not exist 
but let it flow like a dew slowly
as dew cannot be caught 
as it came to be with our sight

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