Poem

Filtering rays of sunshine,
Brighten up my day,
A golden promise in their light,
Chasing shadows far away.

Each beam whispers softly,
Of dreams yet to unfold,
A tapestry of hope and pride,
Woven in threads of gold.

Through misty morns, they journey,
Past valleys deep and wide,
Illuminating hidden paths,
That fear had long denied.

The morning breeze sings gently,
Of triumphs soon to be,
Carrying whispers from the stars,
That shine for you and me.

Each step I take is guided,
By light so pure, so true,
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