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Into the seasonless world you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears:love
Gibran's enticing & synergistic definition of love, marriage & nurture:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music
And stand together yet not too near together, For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
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Gibran's enticing & synergistic definition of love, marriage & nurture:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music
And stand together yet not too near together, For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
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Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory.
You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.
Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.
Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed be-fore you.
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until separation
— Jun 16, 2026 08:50AM
You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.
Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.
Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed be-fore you.
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until separation
Sooraj $
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A noontide have you been in our twilight
Shall it be said my eve was in truth my dawn?
Now you've come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream
For to stay , though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.
Talk about condense lines here.
I will take my time on these
— Jun 15, 2026 09:10AM
Shall it be said my eve was in truth my dawn?
Now you've come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream
For to stay , though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.
Talk about condense lines here.
I will take my time on these
