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The children of the prophet
the children of the prophet, as I call them
in a sacred moment, and while their smile
enchants my mouth, and also their sincerity
while they reach to me with both their hands
and they seem so innocent and too accepting
in their newest youth and they treat each other
with friendship that surely comes from the heart
and with love which they handle in the right way
I lack most of the words to describe it, they dont
they even sing it out, and they call me brother
even in their holy house, where prayers sound
where I cover my head and leave the footwear
behind and also the impurity of the world at
the entrance, I receive
their innocence is really not of this world
but you could call them rather unprejudiced
because their looks are too bright and they
show their discontent only from the heart
you feel that when it strikes your soul and
I lack most of the words to describe it
they dont
02-10-2005 om 11:46
geschreven door Verdano 
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