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Horizon


I stood under never ending sky,

trying to figure out what's up so high

 

Beyond all that darkness and the stars,

Those tiny little sprinkling dots

 

My imagination limited, dreams so high,

All of it just to know, why?

 

My mind is seeking-trying to learn,

How all these things came here or born

 

I tried so hard to find the God,

Then I felt something inside that nod

 

A voice arose from my soul,

In your heart is a big one hole

 

Try to spin your head around

What you are finding-is surround

 

That sun, moon and all those stars,

This earth, mountains and all this and far

 

In each and every existing thing

You will find the God if you think.

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