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Friday, July 23, 2010

To Punatshang Chhu




You flow with a mighty roar,
Yet you sooth my tired ears.
Songs you sing to me of the past, present, and future
As I watch and flow with you.

You are immortal like the Life you sing of, and
You will continue to sing after I am gone.
So please sing, sing with joy
And let my poem be your song.

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