ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

living in poverty

for so long

but my spirit was rich

.

painting and writing

guided me softly

as my soul slowly

rose from the deep

.

darkmess

clothed me

in rags

.

the golden

goddess

awakens to the warm

sunlight

and a cool breeze

.

turquoise waters

flowing over my hair

like seaweed

.

pink lotus blossoms

floating

by

.

spaced out stars

dancing

in the sky

.

extravagance

can make you

high