The breeze whispers secrets in my ear
Of a far-off beloved, tells he is so near.
It carries scents of his blooming tresses
And the tender touch of Hu that blesses.
In its call, my restless soul finds peace,
A sense of calm where the zikr of Hu grows.
It reminds me of life's original roots, the divine,
And the beauty that surrounds, whispers the divine.
MyKoul
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