Whispers of Renewal

Whispers of Renewal

The dawn leans gently on the sky,

painting hope where shadows lie.

Each breath a promise, soft and true,

that broken things can bloom anew.

The river bends, the forest sways,

time repairs in quiet ways.

Though scars may linger, hearts still grow,

resilient roots beneath the snow.

Quote:

Healing is not the absence of scars, but the courage to grow around them.

Omatee Ann-Marie Hansraj

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