Tso Moriri

In the late afternoon light

Holding hues from above
Mirroring brown mountains
And wispy white clouds

In her deep blue avatar
Lying pure and serene

Long spilled out
from the demons belly

The sacred waters of Tso Moriri

Evening slipping in

saw smudged clouds
turn crimson
turn divine

A few moments in time

Before the colours disappear
Into the setting sun.

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