Love drifts to where her laughter begins,
a quiet hum that stirs the cool air,
gentle waves that break through silence,
turning dusk to morning light.
Hope finds a place to rest,
held in her embrace,
fingers entwined,
boundless heart,
with you,
home.
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Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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