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Peace at Last





Peace At Last

Peace descends,
And you can -
breathe once again,

And you are -
At home, where
you finally belong.

In this - desert land
of hopes and dreams,
You are lost and you are found.

Where the - sun burns
life back into your bones,
and the winds wash away
the scars of the old.

Where the - blessed saints
have tread
and you truly feel
Quran is your abode.

Where there is union
of heart and of soul
and you're soaring through the skies

When you step out
and the whole world smiles
and you're bursting at the seams
and you know you are at
peace at last.



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