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a stardust trail, fallen
a new path made in travels
when the sky has faded
its memory losing warmth
the sparkle of tiny gems
swallowed by the distance
to make you wonder .. of this dream
a handprint on the glass
the only clue of night at a window
listening to the voice of the rain
capsules to the invisible
remnants of the fallen pieces
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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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