In Exile
Just rest,In exile...
Rest,
And rust.
Rest,
As if like...
Your own nest,
No plumage
Still flying,
Like birds,
Here to where?
In exile,
Destiny.
Is no-where,
But...
Shadow seeking,
Exit door.
In exile,
Poetry by Tsewang Dorjee9
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Written on 2007-02-14 at 04:18
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