like a dream

like a dream.

When Krishna's flute begins to play,
The heart's walls melt and slip away.
Each note a whisper, soft and sweet,
A love so pure, our souls do meet.

A melody that weaves through time,
A river's flow in perfect rhyme.
It speaks of love, it sings of grace,
It lights the dark in every place.

In every heart, a fire ignites,
A beacon in the darkest nights.
The flute's sweet voice, a love supreme,
Awakens hearts, like a dream.

GR kaviyoor 
24 06 2024

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