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In the quiet morning light I walk through dreams half awake
Shadows whisper softly where the hidden memories break
I carry hopes like fragile glass inside my steady hands
Afraid to drop their shimmer on the ever shifting sands
The sky unfolds a gentle blue across my searching eyes
Each breath a promise that tomorrow still can rise
And though the night may linger with its silent fears near
I find a quiet courage growing here
Like seeds beneath the earth awaiting rain to start
Their hidden art of life again anew
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Ibrahim
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