Thursday, 26 April 2012

The Coming of the Ship- The Prophet

Long were the days of pain I have spent within it walls
Long were the night of aloneness ;
And who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets
I cannot withdraw from them without a burden without an ache
Its not a garment I will cast off this day
But a skin I tear with my own hands
A voice cannot carry the tongue and lips that gives it wings
Alone it must seek the ether
And alone and without its nest shall the eagle fly the sky.!!

Beautiful Lines :)

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