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Minimalist Portraits - 4. 4: Peace
Peace
A few brown leaves here and there,
Benches provided to sit and
Charm that little snake in the air
With empty talk as the twine
Of the incense streams downwards
Few people cry, smiling faces and
Tenderness forgotten and emblazoned
Into the wind
In previous visits when the body
And its freshness had not decayed so much
Children ask questions to the air
Above the stones of people they did not know
Old women sometimes visit to chat with
Pictures fading in the rain while watching
The joss sticks ticking down like hourglasses
And the smoke clearing,
They smile more than the younger ones
And all is peace.
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