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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