When I Arrived the Place Was

When I arrived the place was
Full of dust. Not a signature/sign/spot of lawn, Not even
A single stem. A few grey trees
Stood here, there, girded (khogrei)
In sackcloth of dust*. In my dream I saw
The rivers of my youth, the nights of my forests. Nowadays
Everything is green. In my dream I see
Full of dust.

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James Fullam

heartbreaking and very sensitive



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