They have occupied the blue
Thinking the green will follow,
Naturally

She's in a constant state of comfort, pure bliss
Knowing she wouldn't be pricked by a thorn,
If it wasn't for the smell of rizq colouring His roses

She's in a constant state of purity
As His clouds turn into heavy storms above her head
Gently rinsing away the bad, returning her only for the good

She's in a constant state of obedience,
As gratefully awake she is
Her eyes let go of tears with utmost ease
Honoured, they fall and sink into the lowest of grounds
Only to join His droplets of rain, humble, in their firmest sujood

They are waiting for others to love them
While having hearts of their own

He got distracted by the shimmering of a fruitless mirage

He drank until drunk

Dust covered up his tongue, forcing his heart to swallow stone

He drank until dust

He drank until mirroring
The very same mirage

He drank,
Fruitlessly

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵, 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮.
𝓝𝓸𝔀, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂:
𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵?
𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓾𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯?
𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂?
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂?
...
𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭?

The heart becomes mesmerizing
When overpowered by the scent of one's soul

Verdronken in geest
Tongen blind gemaakt
Harten, met lood ingegoten
Doof voor eigen naam

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