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no chance to change the past
as the memory replays
breaking free of this
prison in her mind futile
as catching moonbeams
in an outstretched hand
cherry blossoms kiss
her tear stained cheeks
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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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