A dervish sings
Tearing his heart
His song melts the soul
He is no proud
Rather gracious
He is no more what was assumed
He is the ocean of love
With a gentle ail he sings
…may someday
Someone hears the call
And return back
Where he belongs
May these words travel
Those hearts aching
With the pain of isolation
Might their eyes open
Might they see the one
Might they melt into me
Might they lose their tiny drops
Into the vast ocean of love...
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