As the days pass me by,
and the nights still
halt at my door steps,
the seven chakras act
in unison,
rendering its own ragas-
its own unique solfege in
human form.
In the end,
love spurts in an
empty space, filled with
hope and hopelessness.
and the nights still
halt at my door steps,
the seven chakras act
in unison,
rendering its own ragas-
its own unique solfege in
human form.
In the end,
love spurts in an
empty space, filled with
hope and hopelessness.
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