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I know
I still live in the little room of your mind.
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Your eyes, your breath
Innocent touch on the horizon
Your curious mind did not look at Annabel
Immaculate smile more than a flower
I Play the flute in my heart
In the palm of your lotus hand
I get back the lost glory
I Lost fame and my friendship.
I have my uneasy deep sleep dreams
The distance of your proximity is like the amount of water
You are silently silent
Bhubanmohini Maya Antajale
On the flowing shore of life tomorrow
Your silent meditation at the juncture of suffering
Fascinates me
What can I do with you?
I raised my hand without knowing or accepting
To be preoccupied with your anxieties.
In desperation to take me
Can’t you take me?
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