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It comes on wings, unseen, unplanned—
A sudden shift, a helping hand.
It turns the gray to morning gold,
A grain of sand to story told.
It asks no title, wealth, or fame,
Just that you *trust* its quiet flame.
So keep your candle lit within…
When inspiration calls—**begin.**
About the Creator
Mo H
Pharmacist • Ancient Egypt beauty alchemist 🌿
Decoding Cleo’s serums, Nefertiti’s rituals. Where science meets hieroglyphic magic 🔬📜 Poetry of Beauty. 💫
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