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Along the worn path of time
he walked, alone, yet again
A journey started unawares
must be completed to the end
Cursing the fates that dropped
his weary soul back into despair
Resigned eyes gazing around
through the hazy mist of memory
grey tones seen, cloaking once
which breathed vibrant hues
now drowning in shadow
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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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