In the midst of chaos,
Our paths crossed.
Feeling your gentle touch,
An opening into the heart,
A breaking from the past.
Where have I met you before?
Strangely familiar it all was.
Lost in the markets,
Traveling by rickshaw,
Stolen moments in a Mumbai hotel.
There were Angels in your voice.
An intimacy I had forgotten.
A comfort I had lost.
You softened my heart, and filled my soul.
In that India magic, I came to seek.
A healing I received.
Beautiful poem 🙂
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Beautiful poem 🙂
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Thank you!
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