Khalil Gibran

(January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931 / Bsharri)

Before The Throne Of Beauty Xxvi - Poem by Khalil Gibran

One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
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Comments about Before The Throne Of Beauty Xxvi by Khalil Gibran

  • Rookie - 0 Points Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 9:18:00 AM)

    This us really good (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Rachel Stevens (8/1/2010 6:21:00 AM)

    this is a most beautiful poem but then again i love all of khalil gibrans writings (Report) Reply








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