A sign appears, as if on cue.
A shimmering path where shadows cease,
Guiding hearts to what is true.
Carved in stars or etched in sand,
A symbol of fate, hand in hand.
A beacon bright in darkest night,
A compass true, a guiding light.
In fleeting moments, it may appear,
In a lover's gaze or a stranger's tear.
A signpost on life's winding road,
A message clear in a silent code.
In silent whispers or thunder's roar,
In the quiet depths or the ocean's floor.
The sign awaits with open arms,
Guiding souls through life's alarms.
For in each sign, a story told,
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.


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