A poem about the line between healthy belief and radicalism, regardless of faith.
The sweetest serenades Are soothing songs sung, Successfully swaying The searching soul With simple sonnets Of sincerest serenity And selfless succor. Sorrows switch to smiles, As the sublime snatches Snuggling […]
Faith, Fate. They are intertwined. Face them both aligned Before it is too late To see the signs Fading in straight lines.