page may hold the dreams you keep,
Though every line is still a start.
The roots of growth run quiet and deep,
Drawn not from noise but from the heart.
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The brightest stars don't always blaze,
They shine because they know their place.
Each careful step through changing days
Leaves gentle strength and quiet grace.
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So trim the words that hide your light,
Let honest purpose lead you through.
The road ahead grows clear and bright,
For quiet strength will carry you.
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