the sea of the heart
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Though life had passed through, the age of dreaming, those preceding days were devoid of purpose.
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I'd learnt that to live, only that the body and soul, being friendly and true to each other would be the best.
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Like the changing life passed by, in the nights and days of loneliness, the body belongs to us, but the heart belongs to whom?
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Having a life for struggling with nights and days of cruelty; tonight, my body and heart are not congruent.
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That night, whichever nights, the heart succumbs to the body; and the nights and days of fear, of the body yielding to the heart.
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Amongst the lights and colour of civilisation, we may lose our way, and that isn't very difficult to do so.
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That night, whichever nights, the heart dreams wildly; the nights and days, dreaming of going to a faraway world.
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Like a little bird flying, gliding, by the power of the wind; contend to let it's fate settle admist the sea of the heart.
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Every life toss and turn, searching but for a purpose. The heart within the body, that you don't find in return.
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The sufferings arise repeatedly because the heart carry talks of nonsense. Search for the heart and be able to find it, would be happiness.
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