Whispers of the Soul

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Husna Khan Hashi | London || 

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Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Dreams take flight, both old and new.
Each heartbeat sings a quiet song,
A rhythm that guides us all along.

The morning sun, with golden rays,
Paints hope upon the darkest days.
The gentle breeze, the rustling leaves,
Tell tales of joy the heart believes.

In every shadow, light resides,
In every fall, the strength abides.
Life’s a river, wild yet deep,
Carving paths where memories sleep.

So walk with love, let kindness lead,
Sow compassion, not just need.
For when the stars begin to fade,
It’s love and purpose that we’ve made.

Let whispers of the soul be heard,
In every deed, in every word.
For life is fleeting, yet profound,
A treasure waiting to be found.

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