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Charred timber crumbles in my hands
My way here now drowned in murky darkness
Smudges of charcoal begin to disappear
Their initial resistance quickly yielding
Much like those quickly dying flames
Anger controlling in haste
But the bridge, I've already burned
And left myself on this side alone
to wish my way safely back.
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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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