The morning speaks without a sound,
As golden light surrounds the ground.
A gentle breeze begins to play,
And carries restless thoughts away.
The world awakes at its own pace,
With silent hope in every place.
Each step we take, each dream we keep,
Can bloom from moments calm and deep.
No perfect path, no endless race,
Just simple joy and quiet grace.
For every sunrise softly shows,
A chance to learn, a chance to grow.
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Author:
Thomas Rodriguez (
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