This poem was also born on the mountain. Summer is a rainy season and even in September it often rains. Sometimes the weather changes in just a few minutes; dark clouds come racing over the mountain peaks and rain, hail or snow pour down. As suddenly as they arrive they leave after a few minutes. Sometimes heavy clouds descend and remain for days; they have no wish to go to somewhere else. In those days I prayed…
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Prayer
Dark clouds descended on the mountain;
All the joy has passed.
Without desire I feel empty.
When not aroused I feel without life.
Warm sun, come back quickly!
Happy mountain girls,
Come out of your tents!
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