Among so many,
Exposed, but so unseen,
Loudness of their quietude,
Is shrouded in seclusion.
The solitude confess of him.
He too, conveys of she.
But prophet and his love,
Remain somehow obscure.
Although, out of their endear
So many could awake,
The prophet and his love
Into oblivion dwell.
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Author:
Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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