post mid-day meal blues,
the sun filters through, it grazed me.
Solitary prayers,
the dhamma bellowed
the depths of my heart, fragile
Drum -rolls in the distance,
the evening sky, orange,
an autumn breeze, blows east.
A pleasure filled dawn, luscious white,
the Araliya flowers,
put me at ease.
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