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One Winter Afternoon at the Brahma Kumaris Center in Frankston, Australia

When the moon spells out your name
How do I pronounce it without missing you?
Must be the emptiness in me
The one that stings
Thinking of you, not knowing where you are

When the clouds illustrate your face
How do I look at you without whispering your name?
Must be the longing I can’t explain
The kind that stays
Wanting you, not knowing if you feel the same way

When I think mirror doesn’t lie
How does it reflect you when I look into it?
Must be the magic that draws me
The spell that binds
Bound me to eternity, until the day I find the wand

And when the wind sings your tune
How do I keep myself from bestowing a serenade upon you?
Must be the melody that muddles me
The kind that strains the heart
Imprisoned me, hold me captive
Without you


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