Two travelers

Twenty five years ago on this day my best friend, Emyl, was born. I made a poem for her to thank her all these beautiful companionships. Cheers!

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The Meeting

Blowing wind in the midst of my solitude
alludes to one title that never have I met
Such a sinful soul needs assurances
upon the worthiness of me before Him
"Know Him by His names, O you who believe..
if you hope to meet Him when the time comes" prophet said.
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