Whisper to your mind the songs of dawn,
where hope unfolds like petals drawn—
soft as breath, yet bold and free,
rising in light, unchained as the sea.
Speak to it truths, steadfast and bright,
guiding like stars through the hush of night.
Let each word kindle—a spark, a flame,
a compass unfaltering, calling your name.
Let love be the river that carves its way,
tender yet fierce, dissolving the grey.
Through silent stone and shadowed deep,
it sings of dreams the soul must keep.
For the heart believes what the lips impart,
so nourish it well with the language of art.
Paint it in hues of joy and pain,
let it dance to time's refrain.
Whisper to your mind the songs of dawn,
let them rise as a chorus reborn.
For in morning's hush and midnight's deep,
the soul reclaims the truths it keeps.
And when the world grows heavy, shadows long,
remember the whispers—the melody's song.
For even in darkness, the seed remains,
awaiting the sun, the kiss of rain.
Let courage be wind to lift your flight,
carrying you far where the heart is light.
Let wisdom root you, steady and wise,
anchored firm beneath endless skies.
No step is distant, no path unclear,
when all is one and one is near.
The voice of dawn, the river's song—
have always been where you belong.
— MyKoul
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