Temple on a Rainy Night

Sad puddles sit on the rooftops
As she kneels, palms pressed, head hung
Beads of water settle in the pores of her face
Her forehead bows to the floor fifty religious times
A tear meanders down Goddess Guan Yin's face
Or was it just a cold raindrop?





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