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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The Horizon's Glimmer
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A canvas bright, a hopeful hue, — A vision waiting, fresh and new.
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