Tshawn Tshering

Every night I stand
All alone, on the top of the hills of paro
And let the silence wash over me.
The cool autumn breeze blows
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It’s the season of heartbreak,
The leaves of trust are falling down
From the tree of love…
I try to catch but I can’t get it all
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As night sets in so does the un-dying sorrows
Welling up inside my heart...
I tell myself that I will be OK
But deep inside I know that
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If questions would make us
Go apart…
I would swear thee
I will never ask one
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she sits majestically like the butterfly on a rose
her rosy lips perched up
and her crimson cheek
radiating the rays of true beauty.
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Hot tears running down the cheek
Pillows wet and cold
With fear.
Torn pictures
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