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What Is She

She is near to the heart Yet far from sight She has been present yet unseen If I touch, she merges with me If I touch, she blushes Even after drinking the thirst is still And she is like it She is the symbol of the silence She appears when I am in deep sleep In my awaken state she is far Is she the thought of a poet? Or the colour of a painter? Or the passion of a lover And she smiles without any reason And when I try to find the purpose She makes me cry She is the acting of an actor And she flies by becoming butterflies And she takes eagles’ flight She is beyond anybody’s imagination Yet she is there somewhere around us. ------------------ ??????? ?? ?? ????? ?? ?? ??? ?? ????? ???? ?? ??? ?? ??? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ??? ?? ???? ???? ?? ?? ???? ?? ?? ??????? ?? ????? ?? ?? ? ???? ?? ????? ?? ?? ?????? ?? ??? ????? ?? ?? ???? ??? ??? ??? ?? ?? ???? ??? ???? ?? ? ???? ??? ???? ?? ??? ?? ?? (???? ??? ???? ?? ????????? ?? ????? ?? ??) ????? ?????????? ?? ??? ??? ?? ?????? ?? ??? ?????? ?? ?????? ?? ?? ?? ???? ?? ????? ?? ?? ??? ??? ????? ?? ???? ?? ????? ?? ?? ??? ??? ??? ???? ?? ????? ???? ?? ??? ????? ??? ???? ???? ?????? ?? ??

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Date: 2/21/2016 3:29:00 PM
love the verse above... LINDA
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