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Bare. Undone. Beheld.
She wanted us to sing her song
I have the lyrics and music she said
An old faceless lady from foreign lands
So we walked up the stairs...
Sonia’s Garden
Back where I belong
In the cradle of birds’ song
Ladakh
Subtle is not the clear blue sky,
Tamed is not the wind.
I have, also, a mountain desert home.
Northern frontier of my mind. And Hind."