Poem of the Day

Your hearts know in silence
the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for
the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which
you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers
the naked body of your dreams.
And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs
rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths
would be revealed to your eyes.
~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

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