I listened to the old men
Speak what they had learned
As young men eager and afraid
In the temples of longing and love
What stuck with them
Through all the vagaries
And unexpected turns
The stones and shells
They would take back with them
To lay at the feet of love
Their hearts like begging bowls
Their eyes brimming with tears
Their silent wish in the end
To be sent back for more
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