The springtime of Lovers has come,
that this dust bowl may become a garden;
the proclamation of heaven has come,
that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.
The sea becomes full of pearls,
the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,
the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,
the body becomes wholly soul.
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Comments1Man, this poem got me feelin some kinda way. Love the imagery and stuff. Its like, super deep, talking about transformation n inner growth. Love how it compares body and soul. Gives off hopeful vibes, you know? It's so mysterious and cool. Definitely makes homework a bit less boring lol.