the thrum
of a tranquil guitar
at the Beatles Ashram
we'll meditate
along with butterflies
***
what can you offer
to the morning breeze
the chorus
of four bright boys
merging with the fog
***
bloodied
by twilight
one black bulbul
tells you the tale of a god
selling peace in packets
***
freed
from the hubbub
of money machines
this spring we'd sell love
to the babblers
of a tranquil guitar
at the Beatles Ashram
we'll meditate
along with butterflies
***
what can you offer
to the morning breeze
the chorus
of four bright boys
merging with the fog
***
bloodied
by twilight
one black bulbul
tells you the tale of a god
selling peace in packets
***
freed
from the hubbub
of money machines
this spring we'd sell love
to the babblers
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