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fingers chase these droplets down
captive leaves thrown against their cage
shadows hide secrets below dimmed light
a visible whisper, this rustled ground
from a safe distance audience held
the moon between the stars
though the message left is clear
even in this perfect silence
I cannot hear the rain
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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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