The Call

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dawn touches…
wooden
sounds

candles flower..
shadows sit close
stilling breaths

incense sticks
keeping watch, slowly
wanes

the cold mist
huddles together
chanting

dew drops expand
shattering
silence

leeches crawl
out of brown soil…
morning feast

the cold thins
as alm bowls fill
blessings

monkeys restless
bare their teeth….
swinging vines

morning uncurls
its dewy petals….
solitude

saffron robes
folding and unfolding…
crashing waves

© Malintha Perera 2014

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