in the wake of divine presence
there is held in the breeze
a fragrant memory
sparked by Thee
distant lost desires
forgotten and long buried
but brought alive again
there is a song....
i would reccomend
like an uncorked bottle
of hypnotic perfume
its entrancing fragrance
quietly loom
we are awakened
in a perfumed memory
at the cloak of dusk
moving through murky streets
with the night time crowd
in an exotic land
fires are burning low
incense and spices hanging in the air
the music lightly flow
we are close to Her domain
Radhakunda
help me here remain
one tiny lightning flash retain
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