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Lost
A wall of glass
visible to all but me
small things to laugh
but me, do you see?
Am I a fire to you
to touch me burns?
Or am I left
to my own defenses
All stripped from me in turn
My eyes cry out
For a single genuine touch
A willing ear to hear,
A word to soothe
Maybe you once saw my eyes
for you turned away
Left me standing here
Blindly to find my way
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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