In a remote monastery
A Tibetan Lama
Meditates
But in distress
For he
Can only see
The ghostly face
Of his lost love
Who haunts him
Every time he closes his eyes
He can see her making love to him
A gentle girl
Until he left her.
He can still hear his voice
Saying to her
“I'd like to be reincarnated as one of your tears, because I'd be born in your eyes, live on your face, and die on your lips.”
Now just sweet nothings.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
In a remote monastery
A Tibetan Lama
Meditates
But in distress
For he
Can only see
The ghostly face
Of his lost love
Who haunts him
Every time he closes his eyes
He can see her making love to him
A gentle girl
Until he left her.
He can still hear his voice
Saying to her
“I'd like to be reincarnated as one of your tears, because I'd be born in your eyes, live on your face, and die on your lips.”
Now just sweet nothings.
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