They say the sea is distant,
but I hear it sighing—
its breath woven into the air,
its pulse stirring the silence.
Seagulls wheel in a sunlit sky,
their cries entwined with the roar of tides.
The music of the sea carries me,
far from the shore where I leave behind
the trinkets of my allure,
their pull fading in the song's embrace.
Between the swell and the hush,
I wander,
seeking a manuscript of divine secrets,
hidden whispers etched in eternity.
Who wrote these truths?
Who shrouded them beneath the waves?
The Flashes of Divine Light—
a testament to what we've forgotten,
in an age where enlightenment lies abandoned,
where no soul dares to rebel
against the weight of counterfeit truths.
The sea is far, they say—
yet here I am, drawn close,
listening, searching,
defying the distance.
MyKoul
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