From my window, a familiar glow,
An amber flicker I've come to know.
Within rice paper, thin and frail,
A tiny candle lifts the veil.
It doesn't shout, it doesn't glare,
It simply hangs, suspended in air.
Its job is simple: brush away
The looming shadows of the day.
The night is beautiful, peaceful, deep,
And yet it's comfort that we seek.
A flicker of warmth, a golden hue,
It lights the way for me and you.
A lesson from the lantern's flame,
A wisdom greater than its name:
A language not spoken, yet understood,
That a tiny spark, protected and good,
Can grow to a great fire, strong and bright,
If shielded from the wind and spite.
For life will bring you storms and pain,
But never let your light be in vain.
Protect your shimmer, your inner light,
And let it burn through darkest night.
Don't hide your glow, even in a hurricane.
Be bold, inspiring, and the example shown,
Of what can bloom from a bright idea sown.
Become a beacon for others to see,
The future is limitless once you set your spirit free.
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