Image Of Masks Poem by Kawa Karpo

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When night had came, a sad lover’s face is image of her own, that she never known before, all pressure of writing is blowing by a powerless thoughts, as a cap of tea on the lips of women, as a winter of stranger’s land suffering agony of future, wrongly we can destroy the law of hell, but we can’t destroy the world, except Buddha’s mightiest poetry of this world, you workshop your religion in everyday, you workshop your dad and mom, yet you workshop yourself, because you’re making a shorter space between you and me.

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I asked Buddha, where is my fragment of image? Now I know that I’m a foam of image before the forming of world, due to my unaware of singing days, wordless words had scattered everywhere in the land of snow, please, lend me a torch of this century? I’ll outdare the battle of life and its all sun like victory, many built temple of pain in your heart of center park, I walked upon your place in the deep and shallow festival of all god’s days.


(To be continued)