In a study bathed in light,
Anika writes with delight,
'Each day a new page, a fresh start,
Crafting life into art.'
Morning whispers through leaves,
In her bungalow of peace,
Every creation a divine sign,
In the simple, the sublime.
A chirp on the window wide,
Brings a smile, spreads wide,
'Joy in small visits does lie,
In simple hellos, not goodbyes.'
Kindness her brush, the world her canvas,
Cooking, reading, spreading gladness,
Evenings of reflection, nights of grace,
In each ending, a new embrace.
Every sunset, a quiet promise kept,
Of dawns new, where dreams are swept,
In her Sufi heart, each day anew,
An endless creation, forever true.
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