Alot of thoughts with this writing with different versions already. Not sure about the title, I changed it several times.
An open heart, unguarded and true, spills light like dawn across the dew. Its glow, a quiet, golden flame, draws souls who never knew its name. It listens more than it speaks aloud, a gentle force beneath the crowd. Moments bloom where it has been. Soft echoes of what might have been. No need for grandeur, pride, or show, Its essence whispers, calm and slow. And those who cross its humble path. Feel peace that lingers long after its glow.
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