There’s orange swirling
In the west brink, and yellow
Beautifying dark.
——

welcomed by the beauty of twilight — as orange as the robes of bikhus who are chanting mantras welcoming Vesak Day

good evening, dear Self
graphs of my Universe
There’s orange swirling
In the west brink, and yellow
Beautifying dark.
——

welcomed by the beauty of twilight — as orange as the robes of bikhus who are chanting mantras welcoming Vesak Day

good evening, dear Self
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