Friday, August 12, 2011

#078/100 Festival


























when the ghost festival strikes in mid-July
                         (in the Chinese calendar)
red candles weep down the slope & leave
pools of dried tears. don't linger where the
spirits meet at the crossroads     they cry
as we move onto different lives everyday
not knowing
                  we've metamorphosed inside


1 comment:

  1. The prose and pic are perfect for each other

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