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Remember
And let them remember the white dove
That lands upon the snout of the crocodile
As the muddy river
Winds its way to the sea
And let them see the wind swept Himalayas
Bosom of the earth
As she suckles her children
With sadness
And teach them the meaning of
The wispy cloud that talks
To the floating orchid
Surrounded by silence
To them, and to us, and to all of us
Let us remember till our days are done
The wandering monks in the parched desert of life
The essence of beauty and the light of our lights
