The sun rises slowly
to a bird’s call and the goat’s bell
and the lap, lap, lap of the tide on the pebble beach.
There are no roads here
everybody sets there watch by the morning ferry
which is late again.
late
The sun rises slowly
to a bird’s call and the goat’s bell
and the lap, lap, lap of the tide on the pebble beach.
There are no roads here
everybody sets there watch by the morning ferry
which is late again.
Kum Nye (Tibetan Yoga teacher),author View more posts
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