In stillness of night, whispers arise.
Words become prayers.
Soft echoes of light.
Guiding the heart where the spirit resides.
In search of the truth, in the hidden sight.
Words become prayers, soft echoes of light.
Illuminating paths through the shadows untold.
In search of the truth, in the hidden sight.
We travel the silence where mysteries unfold.
Illuminating paths through the shadows untold.
In sacred embrace, we wander and weave.
We travel the silence where mysteries unfold.
In stillness of night, our souls learn to believe.
In sacred embrace, we wander and weave.
Guiding the heart where the
spirit resides.
In stillness of night, whispers arise.
Words become prayers, soft echoes of light.
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Author:
Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
There needs to be quiet and a stillness to hear the whispers of the inner self. A lovely poem of listening in the dark. Well done
Beautiful!
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