April 26, 2019 · 6:04 pm

4-26-19

Incense sticks smoke

fragrant

a soft breeze pushes

small floating lamps

pushing flower petals

out of their way

upon the milk stained waters

of the Ganges

chants of mantras echo

over and across

as the sun slips under.

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