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In a glass vessel, dreams softly rest,
A fragile dandelion, in twilight dressed.
Captured stardust, a moonlit breath,
Silent whispers of life’s gentle quest.
Softly it stands, with seeds of flight,
A beacon of hope in the fading light.
Each delicate thread, a story untold,
Woven with wishes, in dusk’s soft gold.
The night descends, a velvet embrace,
Cradling the blossom with tender grace.
Light dances through, a shimmering glow,
As shadows deepen, and breezes flow.
In this moment, stillness speaks,
Of silent journeys and hidden peaks.
A single bloom, yet vast as the sea,
Holding the essence of eternity.
Time pauses here, in nature’s sigh,
Where dreams are born and never die.
In the quiet, where the heart can see,
The magic of what life can be.
So let your spirit, like these seeds, soar,
On whispers of wonder, forevermore.
For in the twilight’s gentle sway,
Hope and dreams will find their way.
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