[b]The heart yearns and thirst for it
The earth wishes to meet with it
That which every soul desires
And every being dreams to acquire.
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It journeys with the saints
And vanishes when they faint
Becomes the order of our speech
Yea,even it,the sinners preach
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We search with might and expectations
Thinking the grave will give an explanation
But,lo,there was no confirmation
Even the dead lives in agitation
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Where then does it reside?
As I wish it comes to my side
Could it be in the thickest cloud?
Or placed in the deepest ground?
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No! Says the whispering voice
It abodes in places of our choice
Yes! In my heart have I planned it
A lasting peace that flows with my spirit.....[/b]
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[i]Just A Poem Written In My Leisure[/i]
