A musky mist of sweat and chalk with a hint of cocaine.
A Hindi beat internalized in a swaying crowd.
A collection of lyrics sung all around,
though no one knows what they mean.
A spray of color here, a little more there.
Blonde hair turns completely green.
There are no strangers here, they say,
only friends waiting to be.
So then we sing and chant some more,
our lives become carefree.
We're not mormons or hindus, black or white,
we're humans, united, for at least tonight.
The countdown begins, and all at once
we release cares and colors into the air.
Peace and love, peace and love.
Hare Krishna.
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