Forget me
if You will.
And set me free
from Your memory.
For what flower
recalled
who drowned in its scent?
What lover
tallied
blissful moments spent?
Love’s melodies
cascade
over eons, across Time lines.
Soul-mates’ odysseys
braid
in skeins Divine.
Memories fade in Time’s abrade,
yet Karmic ties remain.
Life after life after life
let my flute trill
to Your wondrous breath.
Life after life after life
will my breath still
in Your Flute.
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