Found Poetry 430

11/11/20

my mouth full of the Ganges
its germs and gems
bathe with spirits and journey with flowers
grief will evaporate in hot India
but the depths of your soul will never dry
waters of order descended from high
wishing your family transcends the sky

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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