Soon, the tide will shift
from low to higher ground

the animals will know
to move from one place
to another

The rain is falling from the Himalayas, on
to the shores of the Hindu plane

And the words will be lost
with the mud displayed

on the sink, and on the faces

and the arms are lost in the game
between nature and

... lost things will be found
lost people
foolish people and
common things
are lost
in the great fire
of cause

Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2013-03-03 at 05:22

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A truly wonderful poem. I can't believe no one's commented on this one yet.
Take care :-)