I've turned myself to touch The Self,
Madly wanting to make It mine...
Oh, that silly was the me!
But deep within I've found a Child,
Fatherless and Motherless it was The Child.
I've searched The Eye to comfort Him,
But I've fall in love on to His Heart.
The Father touched the heart of Child.
And then there's NoThing.
Madly wanting to make It mine...
Oh, that silly was the me!
But deep within I've found a Child,
Fatherless and Motherless it was The Child.
I've searched The Eye to comfort Him,
But I've fall in love on to His Heart.
The Father touched the heart of Child.
And then there's NoThing.
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Author:
Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2022 19:29
- Category: Spiritual
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