A dream, like a fading horizon,
Where the sky and earth collide
One touches hope,
The other, doubt.
I stand between the two,
Feet planted in a fractured world,
Where trust is a shadow
And faith is a whisper.
My ceiling is low,
A blanket of fog,
Yet I’m told to reach
For stars that feel too far.
In the silence, I hear
A voice, distant yet near,
Reminding...
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