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| Tibetan Monks at Getty Museum, Los Angeles, CA AnneHutchins.com |
When the precocious child
Arrogantly plucked
All the golden flowers,
As he shouted:
Mine! Mine!
From atop the mountain;
And treating such beauty
As mere dandelion weeds,
Crushed
The delicate petals,
In his hard, cold hand.
The winds of wisdom
Blew the hearty seeds
Ten thousand miles;
Depositing one
In my back yard.
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