Punakha Dzong



The Dzong during the Royal Wedding
Like a Maiden the Dzong smiles.   See
Her laughter swells and falls with the river’s song.      Hear
The fresh breeze I gulp down,      Taste
As the sweetness in the air plays upon my nose,     Smell
Excitement beats like a drum within me,   Feel
As I watch the glorious Dzong before me.  Do
My imagination makes me happy,   Imagine
Coloring my dreams and giving them life.      Dream

A poem written during the creative writing workshop.

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 24, 2011 at 5:24 AM

    Sweet one! Keep posting!

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  2. letroNovember 7, 2011 at 6:13 AM

    really an interesting one, the Dzong with all the wisdoms.

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  3. NobuNovember 17, 2011 at 9:37 PM

    I proudly tell every outsider, we have the most beautiful dzong in the country.

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