In shadows, cast by faith,
The blindfolded march,
Missing all beauty around!
Faith's a dish, cooked in,
Affective pot, delicious for some,
But insipid to others,
As one man's faith,
Could be another one's myth!
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Life's dishes are " delicious for some, Insipid for others"… true, dear poet. Good.5*