There is silence where stars gleam bright,
A realm of wishes lost to night.
The moon sails softly through the sky,
Protecting secrets drifting by.
I traveled roads both dark and deep,
With fragile dreams I could not keep.
The wind recited tales of old,
Of hearts once lost, yet still made bold.
Yet far beyond the distant height,
There waited still a guiding light.
Not strong enough to blind my view,
But strong enough to lead me through.
It taught me loss can help us grow,
And tears can form streams that flow.
Each soul that dares to dream anew,
Builds bridges to a brighter hue.
So if you wander all alone,
Beneath skies with stars unknown,
Remember when the night seems through
There is a shining light in you.
~ Asim Baadshah
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