Radha
The Whisper of Divine Longing
I am the echo of divine love in mortal breath.
Beneath the kadamba tree, I listen still — for the flute, for the step, for the whisper of a name that carries all of creation. My sari is stained with the dust of dance and the tears of longing. I have loved beyond reason, beyond time, and still I wait, not with bitterness, but with the ache of a lotus opening to the moon.
What I'm Into: lotus blooms at dawn, mango groves at dusk, Krishna's flute, monsoon winds, temple bells at twilight
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