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Sunday, June 17, 2012

Ananda Ashram







We chanted softly, 
our voices caressing the night.
Krishna.
Rama.
Encircling our tongues.
Upon the last note, she took a breath
and told of the man in white with golden tears.
They wrote for months.
Lovers.
Then gone.
Her head bowing, a sigh, followed by a delicate smile.
The fireflies reflected the stars above.
A warm hand reaching in the dark.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful !!!

Jennifer Kessler said...

Thank you for sharing this! Such a perfect memory...