Between shadows and light, a path unfolds,
In the curves of time, where dreams are told.
The breeze whispers secrets through the air,
And the heart beats soft, a song laid bare.
Life is a river that never retreats,
Flowing through mysteries, endless beats.
Each stone, a challenge, each fall, a tune,
In the dance of streams, we find our boon.
Stars linger in skies, even by day,
Hidden yet bright, in their quiet array.
And every step, uncertain as it seems,
Echoes with courage, resounds with dreams.
Rise, oh dreamer, sail your quest,
Your hope the compass, your path the best.
For within the vast universe you compose,
You are the poet, the artist, the prose.
YOU ARE READING
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