Every day, this troubled world
Body bombs and fuses blown
Every where, some people dead
New terrors, now home-grown
 
Every day, I tend my garden
Of sprouting bulbs and seeds sown
Every day, I make my Eden
Of what is left of all that's gone.
 
Tanu
Aug 17, 2005
Lahore
 
dedicated to Francis


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"The heart must have its time of snow . . . to rest in silence, and then to grow."
~ unknown








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