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6/1/2017 6:22:57 PM

Zamzam
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In the grim keepers eyes of a shadow laid a broken man's heart..
Which was once filled with free-caring rhythms and the true strength of a lion's heart.....

Now it was replaced with the animosities and devastation in his unchaste past..

He stood glancing up at the pale moon with tears sliding down his eyes and his cold blood running down his veins while he was on his knees on the grass..

He wondered if he could escape this painful torture in his heart and get back his faith, and then he stood up and started to walk down the windy road..

And while he walked along the steps of his world's drama, an enchanted fragrance reached his body and he felt his heart slowed...

He started to hear a beautiful un-real melody from the distance where he stood..

His feet following the sound of the singing until he reached behind a rock that was covering the person who was singing good....

And he glanced over the rock and could see a slight and fragile frame of a stunning girl whose appearance and voice entered into his soulless spirit and filled it with hearty love...

The empty hollow feelings that once swept and engulfed his soul were replaced with strength and resonance that strummed his demons sick of..

He lay there resting by the rock, his hand over his hearth and his eyes filled with mirth and pleasure...

For in his presence unknown to her, was a girl who had the voice of an angel, delicate and sweet, a gifted treasure

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