There’s music in my breath, a soothing stillness,
A strange fullness,
Like a virgin beach blooms under an orange sky,
Blue waves come crashing against tiny plateaus of silver sand.
There are no footprints to leave behind,
Just the quiet hum of my breath, rising and falling and rising again.
A strange fullness,
Like a virgin beach blooms under an orange sky,
Blue waves come crashing against tiny plateaus of silver sand.
There are no footprints to leave behind,
Just the quiet hum of my breath, rising and falling and rising again.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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