Boudhanath Stupa
Hands brush
Against
Spinning prayer
Wheels
Gentle wishes
Drift among
snap-happy
Tourists
Who Forget
This moment
Joyful children
dodging
Wandering priests
Met by
Disapproval
Swaying flags
Teased
by the breeze
And
The Stupa
Towering above
Us all
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