Allow me to introduce myself! With a poetry! [I am the author]
Simmering, or towards the light of the day!
I speak of spirit, soul, and flame,
Of humanity’s quest, our endless aim.
Religion, memory, stories untold,
Poetry woven with truths, oh! so bold.
Evolution’s path, the heart’s deep call,
Media’s noise, I’ll sift it all.
Verses that rise, reflections that shine,
A journey of thought in rhythm and rhyme.
About the Creator
CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.
I speak of spirit, soul, and flame,
Of humanity’s quest, our endless aim.
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