Love is a Magic Ray, por 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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