Those who believe then forsake the children of the devil,
To the past is a sole source of learning that is a volcano.
By the river joined to an extended world, we deliver the words
To the breasts of a pair of humans whose partnership brings hope.
By the sea of tranquility there is felicity, and faster currents run,
Faster whirls loop, and curling waves forsake a hunted circle.
Those who believe are trials within hardships, peace of peace,
Happiness of the fatigues, and joy of the Hereafter.
They speak to you further when a convinced minority objects to words,
The argument persists, and guidance is gained from obedience.
The river of stars is a silent river, a golden trail of fire, reaching far
Into the Earth's mantle, and penetrating the core so that tears fall.
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A volcano which explores the past is thought provoking and terrible. Getting history of love and peace is clever art. An amazing poem is well penned.