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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Under the vast, star-studded veil of the unknown, the lingering mystery whispers gentle secrets, People traverse invisible battles, shrouded in night’s silent sighs, Each day we encounter wounded spirits, as fragile as morning dew, Hiding their sorrow behind masks of smiles, Like the moon concealed by fleeting clouds. Their hearts, like delicate glass, locked in fortresses of silence, Adorned with "No Trespassing" signs, protecting unfathomable scars. But with patience as our guide, we may glimpse the gardens within their souls, For time softens the barriers, revealing paths to hidden sanctuaries. With hearts as delicate as sunset and eyes like the wise owl’s gaze, We reach out, grasping their invisible hands with threads of empathy, Touching souls that dance on the edge of broken dreams, We whisper messages of understanding, affirming their presence. A warm embrace, like an ancient spell of magic, Can lift despairing spirits, bringing radiant beams of sunshine, Illuminating their shadowed existences with newfound hope. In this journey, we meet countless souls, Their bleeding wounds masked by unseen layers, Only when we dive deeper, Through the starry abyss of their being, can we discover the hidden pain. It is not impertinent to ask, "Are you alright?" For it calls forth the catharsis buried beneath mountains of pain, Releasing the torrents of withheld tears. With tender hearts and attentive eyes, We care for each other and for ourselves, In this mystical dance of healing, under the ever-watchful stars.
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