"The Hungry Soul"
When you with scarred feet
Tiptoes into endlessness
A ray of light spreads its thin self
To guide the paths of your feeble feet
Through the rough roads of timelessness.
The curious hunger in your soul
Yawns endlessly begging for the meat of angels
Or the droplets from a salty sea.
Here time is static but still runs its course
Circling round and round nothingness
Meaningfulness stretches into vagueness
And all creation get lost in its search of the Creator.
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