February 1, 2008...7:05 pm
Girl lost at office
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Lost in That joy
People walk around me
Speaking an incomprehensible language
Noise of printers and scrunched up papers
I am always lost in that joy
The heart amazingly slowing down starts beating like a sweet tambourine
Following the same rhythm of That joy
Stretches at the most
It passes thru the glass door and flies down the stairs
Air can feel my heart and imbibe its love
It becomes a wave sounding as the heart beat of the Mother
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