tejiri pius kigho


The Mesage Untold


Who calls to this poor heart of mine, leading me to a path I know not? But still I walk as days go by, treading the paths which saints had trod.Who imparted strength to my fainting heart as grief around me spread? But still I walk away from the dusty paths of life, humbly I walk to a bright place beyound the horizon of the stars, a place of life not of death, a place of love not of hate, a place of peace not of war, a place of joy not of grief, a place of smiles not of tears, a place for the young, a place for the old, if ever we spread the mesage untold, only then will thee sail to the land de-flowered by the eyes and feets of immortals.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

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