Inner Dawn
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| Witnessing the gentle miracle of nature. This delicate bud, glowing from within, reminds us of quiet hope and the beautiful transformation that unfolds with time. |
The Quiet Bloom of Healing or Embracing the Light Within
Beneath the surface, where the spirit sleeps,
A subtle stirring, from the silent deeps.
No sudden burst, no riotous display,
Just gentle light, revealing a new day.
A fragile tendril, reaching for the sun,
A quiet promise, where the dark had run.
The whispered comfort, slowly taking hold,
A story whispered, bravely to unfold.
Each quiet breath, a nurturing soft rain,
Washing the shadows, easing ancient pain.
A hidden strength, that slowly starts to bloom,
Dispelling whispers of a lingering gloom.
This inner blossoming, unseen, profound,
On sacred, whispered, consecrated ground.
A hope reborn, a healing, softly cast,
A quiet future, growing from the past.
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