by Tsering Norbu
Published on: Dec 11, 2005
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Type: Poetry

It seems out of my reach,
the greenery of summer
and its vibrant life.
The bounty of autumn
with its graceful acceptance.
It seems out of my reach
the new life of spring.

Such reaches that can
not be reached seem,
not for me. But
the proposing winter
within my reach?
Its quietness and calmness.
Dead and Silent.

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