In early morning before a blue white sky
three Buddhist monks in gold and crimson
chant prayers for peace.
What inspires such faith
as curious onlookers surround them,
squinting in a raw sun
listening for miracles?
For minutes suspended like hours
the monks will stand, hands folded,
faces calm as light before winds move in,
rushing a delicate prayer,
tangling its peaceful flight.
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