Their is a golf between the soul and HIs spiritual
Zion.
The fire flies, the night fairies sings of imminent
salvation.
But yet vague is the landmarks of emotional
Jerusalem,
The Holy city of faith.
This body, oh cosmic vehicle that starves..
The soul within craves,
The spirit thirsts for the living springs of soul's
mate.
For the Love song's potion will not heal the void!
» Olugbenga Itunu Ogunderu
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