Wisdom words, like fragrance,
Drift upon the cool, caressing breeze,
Touching blossoms as they lift,
Unfolding secrets with such ease.
Breath flows freely in their presence,
Bearing tales the soul receives.
They do not echo the same refrain
But bloom anew, as hearts aspire—
Revealed through verses, truths unfold,
Sacred songs we now admire.
Even the quietest hours fill
With melodies soft as a flute.
Drawn to these melodies, I am lost,
Longing to explore truth's shore.
With each fleeting year,
The wonder of youth is restored—
Adoring beauty that endures.
Through creation's veil, divine light,
Glows in my heart with tranquil grace.
How hard it is to let go of harmony's
eternal visage—
Where petals and thorns two sides—
of the same face.
This truth I hold, steadfast and sure:
God is Beautiful,
And He loves His own allure.
MyKoul
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