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on 05-03-2007 22:46
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There is a nagging gnawing on the inside of my self, Its the feeling of my body giving up before its time.
In the quiet twilight hours between one prayer and another
Once I prayed for health Now I pray for peace
There is a writhing moaning in the deepness of my heart
Its the devil down within me who wants me to complain.
But I have built a fortress with the patience of my faith
And I will shelter there However harsh the pain.
There is a desperate longing in the reach of my embrace
For life and love and happiness and gentle many years
But I shall fold my arms around the comfort of my prayer
And I may often cry
But never bitter tears.
-Zeba Khan
Last update : 05-03-2007 22:46
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