The tiny feet enter the temple door
The chisled staute in white takes her breath away
she sits beside it everyday
She falls in love with him
He smiles at her from a distance and she runs
giving away all her childhood joys
She sings songs as the sunrises
She uses beads to chant his name
As the sunsets she merges with darkness for him to sleep
The count of time starts again
Her devotion to blue god spreads like fire
She gets envious of Radha's play
She thinks the lord and her are one the same
No one else who can tear them apart
Her dreams constantly remind her of her love
the flute music never stops!!!
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