Sunday, 25 February 2018

A Poem

Hope you like!

The self is

A red piece of cloth

Whipping about in high winds.

It cannot be grasped!

Let it fly!



Submitted February 26, 2018 at 03:47AM by mister_mirror http://ift.tt/2oA1x1U
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