The Holy Virgin of Tianshan
Sitting alone on high
She has the dress for the cold wind
The bright mirror of the glacier
She breathes with faint
Snowflakes fluttering in her body
Boundless meditation
Nourishing her mind
Like a totem, alone
Sitting on the steps of snow and ice
Seeing the vast world of people
Sheep-like wandering white clouds
Her purity
Taken from the wilderness, clinging
Clings to her oxygen-deprived life
Her blossoming
Is also a silent cry
Receiving the water and tears from the sky
About the Creator
Christy R Davis
If you want your dreams to come true, you must first wake up from your dreams.
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