Grace of a daughter

In her eyes, a gentle light,  
A beacon through the darkest night.  
With every laugh, the world renews,  
A joy so pure, like morning’s hues.  

She carries grace in every stride,  
A heart where love and dreams collide.  
A daughter’s gift, beyond all measure,  
A timeless bond, life’s greatest treasure.  

On this day, we celebrate,  
The joy they bring, the love they create.  
For daughters, bright as stars above,  
Are the world’s purest form of love.
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Sky

Open as the sky, vast and true,  
Embracing sun, stars, moonlit hue.  
Clouds may gather, rain may fall,  
Yet it welcomes each, it welcomes all.  

Snow may drift or skies stay clear,  
In its boundless heart, none disappear.  
It holds no judgment, makes no plea—  
In its embrace, all are free.  

So keep your heart as wide as sky,  
With space for every small joy to fly.  
Let it stay or drift away,  
Be untouchable, vast as sky.  
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Distance

We need the space to truly see,  
And silence soft to hear,  
Sleep to fuel our wakefulness,  
And shed the weight of fear.

When senses drown in cluttered things,  
Their sharpness fades away,  
But when we clear the crowded air,  
They bloom, alive, and stay.
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