Killed in winter
By bitter hands:
Sister betrayed!
Careless laid: cursed.
I paid a price unfair – and the worst.
Then, gold leaf cast
On my vast pain
At last did ease
And then please me.
Burmese blessings sought me –
made me free!
Now graves I guard,
But none barred rest;
The scarred or whole:
Each one’s toll paid.
Your soul will have a place – ready-made.
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