In the symphony of words I preach to the world's eager ears
Whispering to the winds my sermons echo far and near
Each verse a sermon carried by the currents of the air
The pulpit of passion where my words dance without a care
On the canvas of silence I paint messages loud and clear
Sermons penned in sunlight reaching hearts without a fear
Preaching not with force but with the gentle touch of rhyme
A poet's pulpit where verses preach of a timeless time
Across the valleys of understanding my words like rivers flow
In the prayer room of verses preaching a universal glow
Sermon's written in stardust to the cosmos my whispers fly
The world is my congregation beneath the vast open sky
I preach it with a gavel but with the quill's soft caress
My verses are hymns in the cathedral of consciousness
In the book of echoes my sermons find their sacred place
The preacher's robe worn by words adorned with grace
I preach to the dawn to dusk to every quiet night
A poetic sermon where understanding takes it's flight
Words as lanterns guiding souls through the worldly mist
In the sermon of verses every line a truth to coexist
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What My Heart Feels
PoetryEmotions are felt by the heart be it good or bad,sad or happy emotions always follow what your heart says.
