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my darling krsna, isn't it time to put away that decorated flute of yours? knowing well this is where soulful melodies which sustain the rhythm of the universe emanates from let the birds stop singing the gopis stop dancing the stars stop shining and the universe stop expanding from here on you belong to me alone... eternally yours, radha © 2017
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
A Letter From Radha
my darling krsna, isn't it time to put away that decorated flute of yours? knowing well this is where soulful melodies which sustain the rhythm of the universe emanates from let the birds stop singing the gopis stop dancing the stars stop shining and the universe stop expanding from here on you belong to me alone... eternally yours, radha © 2017
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
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