ephemera
?f?µe?a
(i)
snow
in tibet
death tolls, death bells
the wind a figment in the leaves
over a calm field, red
revolution
(ii)
garnish the slush in the streets
with your tip-toe, and walk
away
(iii)
they whisper of wind in the crowns
bare
-footed in morning dew
whisper of whereabouts, whither
the sun fled, whither
the eerie pale clouds cast doom
on thin thread-
bare
voices
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