Are our hearts beating,
Mantras our lips repeating?
Silence is the friend of the soul beset.
Tell us who we are or we'll fast forget.
Is this trail lonely?
Still, we know it's the only.
Knights will ride their steeds under gloomy skies,
All of which reflect in the pilgrim's eyes.
Mist-hung hills untold
Circle this barren threshold
And a city glints on a far-flung height
Where it's dawn even in the dead of night.
Do we know our measure,
Search as for buried treasure
For each other's best as we tread the day,
Crossing golden lanes to the sun's highway?
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...
