Coming round the bend.....
I see a looming monastery. ....
stark and lit.....
a spark of hope in desolation. ...
a ray of sunlight for me......
I wonder at the secrets it holds.....
seeking peace in it's quiet folds....
chants of monks hum around....
soothing and embracing in their notes. ....
I stand at the threshold. .....
the home of my inner abode. ....
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Wanderings
PoetryWanderings of the mind and soul....a journey of self discovery... finding love,heartbreak,happiness and above all life....
