... The chaotic lives we spend in search of a moment to live an eternity of silence within.
... The restless souls that strive hard to breathe that scent of the Chamomile.
... The surfers of the dark, who falter, faint, fail; but never cease trying to reach the shore of the Light.
... The call of the wanderers who know naught the path, yet who believe in their calling.
... The spirit of the wounded, who lost the battle; but not his heart!
... The fancy of a dreamer, who knows that vision sees what sight can't behold.
... The throbbing heart, which beats after having taken the beating.
... The thought of the Beloved. That lets one feel, all that one knows not!
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