The morning breeze, a whisper soft yet grand,
Carries secrets from a distant, unseen land.
It speaks of truths that shimmer, deep and bright,
That you are born from stars, an endless light.
In the silence of your soul, the cosmos swirls,
Unveiling all the power that within you curls.
You are not mere flesh, but spirit's boundless flight,
A mystic force that dances through the night.
The world may tremble, yet you stand unbowed,
For in your heart, you wear the sky as your shroud.
Recognise your essence, feel its endless grace,
For in your soul, the universe finds its place.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 7:14 PM UTC
The morning breeze, a whisper soft yet grand,
Carries secrets from a distant, unseen land.
It speaks of truths that shimmer, deep and bright,
That you are born from stars, an endless light.
In the silence of your soul, the cosmos swirls,
Unveiling all the power that within you curls.
You are not mere flesh, but spirit's boundless flight,
A mystic force that dances through the night.
The world may tremble, yet you stand unbowed,
For in your heart, you wear the sky as your shroud.
Recognise your essence, feel its endless grace,
For in your soul, the universe finds its place.
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