Pome: The Buttercups Of Varanasi

Linger like the sunhoneyed summers we live

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Gilded buttercup tell me your yarn. Pic: Paradisio Publishing

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The Buttercups Of Varanasi

i journeyed 4/500 Ks south of Delhi to the east bank of the Ganges in Varanasi/Benares where the flowers were a red orange yellow and the buttercups showed an amarillo and held tiny bees that danced between them and coming out the room a stroll from the waters i saw a first corpse, a woman waiting to be put on the pyre and floated out across the river where the smoke wends and curls and the people wash themselves and all of India surrounds and i walked the shore of that holy place and