A soul sans Peace , is a soulless soul
The absence of Peace, summons the coldest of colds
It's hollow chambers pristine, all mildew and elderly old
An iced cadaver, that has been sold
Devoid of Peace within
Can you e'er grow?
Devoid of glare within
Can you e'er glow?
But thee could have burgeoned like a Rosa
And Peace could have appeared, palpably on your persona
If thee could have had kowtowed before your Lord, as you were an enigma
Because a soul filled with Peace , is a soulful soul
And in it the fruits can grow, in the coldest of colds
And It defrosts the frozen hearts, it encounters.
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