A whisper caught in twilight’s hush,
A longing heart, a hopeful blush.
In shadows deep, where spirits meet,
A soulful converse, soft and sweet.
No words are spoken, yet thoughts take flight,
Ascending upward, bathed in light.
A silent plea, a fervent cry,
Reaching out beyond the earthly sky.
With gratefulness and humble plea,
We pour our hearts out, wild and free.
In faith’s embrace, we find our peace,
As burdens lift, and sorrows cease.
Though doubts may creep and fears may rise,
Hope's gentle flame still lights our skies.
In quiet moments, we connect,
With something greater, to reflect.
A sacred space, where souls commune,
Beneath life's vast and starry moon.
In prayer's embrace, we find our way,
To dawn of hope, a brighter day.
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The Art of the Words
PoetryA poetry collection is akin to a wildflower meadow. Each poem, a delicate bloom, possesses its unique hue, form, and fragrance. Together, they weave a tapestry of vibrant colors and captivating scents, igniting the imagination and stirring the soul.
