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on 15-07-2005 15:38
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Bismillah
By my soul, for You I yearn
Deep within me, my sadness overtakes,
a love that bleeds before, the earth replays the quakes.
The end, the world no longer true,
the pleasure of seeking love, is no longer something new.
A possible destruction, the self plays out its fear.
the stress played in its direction, a silver helpless tear.
What fears can I count to unwind my gentle eyes,
A desperate reach to change, a loyal compromise.
Allah grants what is needed, but I need the whisperers song.
To help reach out to untamed thoughts, to wander the nights for long.
Allah is what is loved, for love has no end,
A danger crossed by illusion, a word to a gentle friend.
Confusion of truth, a question raises high,
what life am I living, Im too afraid to die.
Death is not the fear, but what lies beyond?
Heaven my heart yearns for, hell my mind will respond.
The depth of my soul cries out for His mercy, the tears in my eyes
shames me to be unworthy.
Do I love You? With every fiber You have created, the time calls for fables
my life cant now debate it.
You see me, at every corner that I turn,
my wishes have no weight, but by my soul for you I yearn.
By Taubah Abdul Baeth
6-6-05
Last update : 15-07-2005 15:38
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