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Echoes of Light

"In these cascading streams of sunshine, you wash away! The dirt that conceals your own soul, you wash away!

One who is entangled in web of deep slumber On his forehead this morning you gently tender with the sunlit golden magic wand you touch, I pray.

Arising from the world's core are the breeze of new visions with those breeze my heart you bow, I pray." -Rabindranath Tagore

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Aug 2022
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