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Love

All it takes to rediscover 
The soul hidden beneath 
The grime-stone
Is that secret which uncovers
The silent longings of a deafened heart -

That overflowing of love where
Your heart is a falcon
Beating wings into your chest, 

Where the sky is the limit
and you are climbing
Higher and higher until
You can't tell where the sky ends
and you begin.

All it takes to restore
The fitra of your core 
Is the commandment to do good
and prohibit evil - 

 That upheaval of the norm where
Your psyche is a lion
Tearing darkness from your chest,


 Where the earth is your oyster 
and you must abandon
Its pearls until 
You can't tell where love ends
and you begin.






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