Echoes of Desoquiescent Souls

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In the quiet hush where dawn unfurls,
Ideas awaken, tender swirls.

Like a seed beneath the earth’s embrace,
Dreams stir with a gentle grace.

Each sapling, with its hope’s caress,
Is a whisper of the cosmos’ finesse.

From a thought, a life ignites,
Blossoming in fragrant, vibrant sights.

A canvas painted in hues of gold,
Speaks of dreams and tales untold.

Ideas are wishes, stars in flight,
Crafting futures through the night.

Yet, beware the shadowed path,
Where dreams drift like autumn’s wrath.

Notions and thoughts, on fragile wings,
Sometimes lose their sacred rings.

The ship of dreams on sorrow’s sea,
Sails with a drug of destiny,

Its course uncertain, riddled with strife,
Navigating the waves of grief and life.

Expectations, like shadows cast,
Dance in hearts, a storm amassed.

They murmur secrets, faint and cold,
Of dreams unfulfilled, of wishes old.

Desires roam like wild, wandering streams,
Over hills of hope and fields of dreams.

Each one, a fleeting, fickle spark,
Guides us through the night so dark.

For those who never wish, it seems,
Find peace within life's flowing streams.

Untroubled by the dice of fate,
They live serene, they love, create.

In the end, it’s clear and true,
The world transforms as thoughts renew.

A tapestry of dreams we weave,
In every wish, a truth we grieve.

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