Cones
Pointy cones.Built for eternity.With bricks and stones.As a place for Buddhists.For all their rites.Temples for their puniness and pride.Instead of following Buddha.And making their lives fit.His words and his actions.By doing what he did.Or it was an ice cream village,an ice cream shop for mighty giants.And between all these houseswere all these stony pointy ice …
