Monday, July 06, 2009

The Sate of Getting Used

Calm and still water remains
Better than raging waves
To a mind fully unrestrained
Sometimes stay, you who are brave

We get used to it, I should play
Without it I feel dry
I need to move, or I will be gray
Strong warriors even cry

There is a time when we cease
No wonder a sabbath is declared
Lean on, sit and feel the breeze
It's good to be calm and just eat the bread

Conversation needs two attention
Why talk too much, when He knows?
He knows your good intention
But somehow somewhere in silence something grows

Touch me more than a mate longs
Words are not necessary sometimes
By Your looks by Your presence there comes a song
By my faith, You said, "You are mine."

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