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Written: September 16, 2023
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Arcane sunlight in early morning stillness,
Dancing by a veil of mist with rare brilliance.
I huddle near the window pane, pondering,
In this calm span, where dreams are wandering 

In the atrium of my mind, ideas waltz and play,
A vast ballroom where creativity holds sway.
A plethora of views, lingering to decry their way,
Sundry zeal and views, in a chaotic display.

But time will settle afar too soon,
Akin to fleeting whisper beneath the moon,
Yet in its wake, memories remain,
A testament to blithely cheer and pain.

In this span of time, where shadows reside,
I decry solace and peace, seeking a guide.
I census down the worries that burden my soul,
With ink-stained fingers, I strive to be whole.
  
Window waxes my portal to a realm outside,
Where potentials await, and quests reside.
I gaze upon the canvas of life's grand design,
Yearning to break free from walls that confine.
 
On a sullen dawn, as the sun starts to rise,
A restless soul awakens a hidden disguise.
In each breath, the spirit starts to upheave,
A phoenix emerging, ready to achieve.

From ashes, it soars, on wings of pure fire,
Igniting the darkness, fueling its desire.
Through the darkest of nights, I must discern,
For within the tempest, a fire will burn.

The serenity of dawn bides to yearn,
Whispering secrets, awaiting their turn.
In the quietest hours, when all is still,
I find solace and strength, an iron will.

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