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minutes lost
from my hand
out of reach
on the ground
the past lies
far from here
places hidden
with no door
windowless
an empty space
is what remains
of this memory
bottomless
not even falling
suspended in air
untouchable now
history etched
words only left
hidden in mire
dim even shined
hopeless
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moonlight bliss drenches the shadow
colors pulled out from hiding in night
lustre and sheen lost in hues of grey
starlight clothes mystery in half-light
a game upon these trusted senses played
the past no longer what was seen to be
creatures new take alive in these forms
a different eye now required to see
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hands run over this ball of glass
surface unbroken by chips or cracks
shifting rainbows dance out of reach
as slight imperfections catch the light
smooth curves unending tease the reach
forever forward this touch will go
these glass walls trap a soul inside
eternity without a hint of freedom
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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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