The glare of bright lights
Tall structures of concrete
In day to day commerce
Buying time and money
Thought lost my way
Wandered in the darkness
Dust and in grime
Discomfort of the unknown
In the gripping lap of grace
Found that that never can be lost
-nor found
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very true and touching..
these words reminds me of my mesmerizing moments with the magical mystic...
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