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the heap of shedded garments
swallowed by ravenous white
icy fingers draw out a gasp
as wind blown strands expose
this face, tired and resigned
laughter once along the shores
lost even from these hazel eyes
tears mingle with falling rain
waves of salty mist beckon as
to the horizon footsteps fall
with no last glance behind
venus returns to the sea
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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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