The devout, at their core, are poets
The devout, at their core, are poets,
Sailing on seas of faith, with no formulas.
In sacred books, their dreams are reflected,
In a world where mystery and the divine meet.
They dance to the verses of prayers and psalms,
In search of answers, with souls in their palms.
In the temple of the heart, they weave their dreams,
Where stars are angels, and the sky writes poems.
In each ritual, a verse is born,
In every song, a story is woven.
They see the divine in every falling leaf,
And hear the music of the heavens in every step they take.
Life's mystery, to them, is endless poetry,
A journey where the soul rises, unbroken.
The devout, at their core, are poets,
Living in a world where faith and art intertwine.
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