Joyce Chelmo - The Orient

In a place where pale pink
blossoms fall like rain.
Land softly on the heads
of quiet people.

Where Cherry Blossoms
are sacred,
each petal a bridge
between heaven and earth.

Where ancient stone bridges
cross ponds of Lotus flowers.
He teaches English there,
as he learns to quiet
his own spirit.

Joyce Chelmo

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