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e and beautiful, As my mom picks basil, bread, and cheese under a sunny sky’s gentle glow.It seems like good things are coming, under the garden’s flowers, Light spills into a bowl, like a soft and soothing song.A ladder on a tall wall brings in the morning light, Behind a happy smile, there are some things hidden from sight.Like a window in time where my face appears, There are mysteries and things I don’t know, my dear.But I’m sure I’ll grow a field of green, Climbing to the top, though challenges might be seen.I’ll go up high, like a bird with wings so light, G

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uided by a lantern’s glow-in-the-dark night.I’ll fly over houses, trees, and streams, Through paths, bridges, and where the river gleams.In the quiet pond, with a leaf’s shadow on the water, Sometimes, my inner self feels a bit lonely, my little daughter.I’ll face challenges and pursue my dreams amidst life’s mysteries.Writing is like a kind of worship for me; it needs the presence of the heart. If you enjoy my writing, please light a candle to brighten our eyes. I mirror the radiance in your eyes. Thank you for taking the time to read and see it.</article></body>

A Poem

A small brain brings intense mental turmoil.

In a quiet pond, where the sky is clear and no wind is blowing, I sit by the water, watching fish swim and flowers glow.

Life feels pure and beautiful, As my mom picks basil, bread, and cheese under a sunny sky’s gentle glow.

It seems like good things are coming, under the garden’s flowers, Light spills into a bowl, like a soft and soothing song.

A ladder on a tall wall brings in the morning light, Behind a happy smile, there are some things hidden from sight.

Like a window in time where my face appears, There are mysteries and things I don’t know, my dear.

But I’m sure I’ll grow a field of green, Climbing to the top, though challenges might be seen.

I’ll go up high, like a bird with wings so light, Guided by a lantern’s glow-in-the-dark night.

I’ll fly over houses, trees, and streams, Through paths, bridges, and where the river gleams.

In the quiet pond, with a leaf’s shadow on the water, Sometimes, my inner self feels a bit lonely, my little daughter.

I’ll face challenges and pursue my dreams amidst life’s mysteries.

Writing is like a kind of worship for me; it needs the presence of the heart. If you enjoy my writing, please light a candle to brighten our eyes. I mirror the radiance in your eyes. Thank you for taking the time to read and see it.