Whispers of the Restless Heart
Chasing dreams we cannot hold, seeking peace we already own.
A heart that longs, yet never rests,
Chasing shadows, seeking the best.
The sun may rise, the dreams may come,
Yet still it whispers, “You’re not done.”
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We reach for love, we reach for gold,
Yet touch slips through, our hands grow cold.
A fleeting joy, a moment’s grace,
And still we wander, still we chase.
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The world outside may give, may take,
But peace is something we must make.
In quiet breath, in simple sights,
In gratitude, the heart ignites.
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For wanting fades when seeing true,
The soul has all it ever knew.
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Life Hopes
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