Edit by Amir Husen
Within the quiet mind, a loom,
Where threads of hope can find their room.
A silver strand of what could be,
Woven for the heart to see.
This fragile cloth, a silent art,
Is made to guard a hopeful heart.
It isn’t real, not yet, it’s true,
Just a whisper, fresh and new.
So hold it close when shadows fall,
And listen to its silent call.
For in that dream, a strength is spun,
Until a newer day's begun.
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