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Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Love is a Magic Ray

Love is a magic ray
emitted from the burning core
of the soul
and illuminating
the surrounding earth.
 
It enables us
to perceive life
as a beautiful dream
between one awakening
and another.

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