Taj Mahal
T Tom Billsborough
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A prayer in pure white marble,
It raises up the soul
Through halls and minarets and domes
Towards a crescent moon
Aspiring to the stars,
Each glistening stone
A tear hewn out by grief
And the sure belief in Everlasting Love
Which one day they may share.
And in the pool's reflective mirror,
It kneels recumbent
In perpetual prayer.
In these white marble halls,
Oh Soul, you are at rest
Return to Him the Lord
At peace with Him
And He at peace with you...
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