Our soul searches for truth:
It seeks an orderly house
And to coexist with love.
Then it finds contentment
And an eternal peace
With each heartbeat.
The soul is a well-tended
Garden with sweetly scented
Blooms in gentle breezes.
It is not overpowered by
Summer rain or occasional
Drought but overcomes both.
Where harmony and grace
Compliment truth and love
To live in perfect harmony.
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