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🌱 The Garden

poem

The Horizon's Glimmer

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A canvas bright, a hopeful hue, — A vision waiting, fresh and new.

A canvas bright, a hopeful hue,
A vision waiting, fresh and new.
The future waits, with open arms,
Protected from all coming harms.
I paint my dreams with strokes so bold,
A story yet to be told.
With open eyes, I see it gleam,
My brightest, most enchanting dream.

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