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She had nothing in her house,
and I knew she had everything that she needed nothing.
But in a corner in a colourful altar were the Buddhas.
Mountains dear Mountains Oh Mountains Lovely Mountains
How beautiful you are
Somewhere above
beautiful cats purr
elegantly in snow it walks and drifts with the clouds
A long tail swinging in the cold breeze
As it walks the majestic rugged ridges
once considered a myth
the snow leopards still lives
and these are where the Bhutanese leopards live
on the edge in Bhutan's hinterland
Random recollections, bop prosody, freely flowing songs. Spontaneity is the name of this blog.
Zangtopelri
Posted by
Manju Wakhley
on Wednesday, August 12, 2009
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She had nothing in her house,
and I knew she had everything that she needed nothing.
But in a corner in a colourful altar were the Buddhas.
Mountains dear Mountains Oh Mountains Lovely Mountains
How beautiful you are
Somewhere above
beautiful cats purr
elegantly in snow it walks and drifts with the clouds
A long tail swinging in the cold breeze
As it walks the majestic rugged ridges
once considered a myth
the snow leopards still lives
and these are where the Bhutanese leopards live
on the edge in Bhutan's hinterland