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The Palace of bliss~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar
Like dandelions rooted in love,
wildflowers in the wind
and silver rain on our skin.
Under the ancient walls
of Punakha dzong
The breeze blows
and the coolness hits the face.
Cigarettes are lingering,
dense and overflowing
With our love
it gradually rises.
As we reach the Mo Chuu River
We dip our toes in the cool,
crystal-clear stream
Hand in hand,
Reminiscing about the
blissful moments of youth.
In the serene sanctuary
of Sangchhen Nunnery,
Our hearts found comfort
like birds finding
shelter in their nests.
© BhuyanshiTalukdar2023
wildflowers in the wind
and silver rain on our skin.
Under the ancient walls
of Punakha dzong
The breeze blows
and the coolness hits the face.
Cigarettes are lingering,
dense and overflowing
With our love
it gradually rises.
As we reach the Mo Chuu River
We dip our toes in the cool,
crystal-clear stream
Hand in hand,
Reminiscing about the
blissful moments of youth.
In the serene sanctuary
of Sangchhen Nunnery,
Our hearts found comfort
like birds finding
shelter in their nests.
© BhuyanshiTalukdar2023
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