It’s an energy from above,

A mystery from below.

It’s a mastery of one’s self,

And the gardens of unknowns.

What a virtue it may be.

A vice, it’s certainly not.

The strength of the mind,

The warmth of the heart.

Patience stands strong,

No weather makes it quake.

Forever it remains,

The foundation of life’s state…

Written by M.A.B.D.O

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