Heavens gentle breeze and
The fumes of fury from purgatory
Mingle in human hearts
Why does the mortal dust on earth complain?
That it walks in hells furnace.
Though it knows not, the cries still have hope
With prayers, deeds and strength in heart and soul.
Heaven still has its gates opened though it's narrow and reaching there is an uphill task.
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miracles and mirages
PoetryWhat is the glistening light that is reflected when one is stranded in the desert? Is it worth walking towards mirages or is it the miracle that breathes into you as you step forward With every ounce of strength and leftover courage, I guess one w...
