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The Murmurs of Morning’s Light

Morning light descends like a translucent blessing,
as I sit in stillness among wild grasses, held by the wind’s quiet breath.
Time slips gently through my fingers—
like fragile, unspoken dreams that glow softly in silence.

I am not a butterfly in brilliant display,
but a trace of nearly unseen light,
learning to open my wings in stillness,
undergoing transformation in solitude.

I ask only this:
that one soul might see the wings I once opened in quiet resolve.
If even just one,
that would be enough to light my entire sky of still and secret dawn.

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