Leonard Cohen, in his robes
Is he still writing?
I hope for more words
More wisdom, more love
Perhaps greed is not the way forward
Though it be a wanting for the best
Desire is still desire
Count flowers instead
It's raining now, small drops on the window
Mr Cohen is with the breath
Perhaps already a buddha
His path is a beautiful one
I drink my tea and try not to drift
Because I know these robes are earned
With poems, cups of tea
And raindrops on the window
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