and I spoke to myself:
I am allowed to begin again.
In silver threads I let go,
Roots unfurl from my open hands,
Hope gathers like wings –
and lifts me into new skies.
Roots unfurl from my open hands,
Hope gathers like wings –
and lifts me into new skies.
Each piece holds the whisper of a new dawn -
layered in textures, kissed by light,
a tender call to release, to rise, to begin anew.



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