
The light that keeps me
glows like a quiet flame,
filling my nights
with hope for the next dawn.
When shadows follow,
it guides my path-
soft glitters of warmth
curving into a smile.
A light that makes me laugh
just a little more,
just enough
to brighten the day.
In my loneliest thoughts,
it stays-
walking through the darkest hours,
leaving behind a reason to feel alive.
It's gentle care
smoothens the journey,
Otherwise, I would have remained
in corners of silence-
untouched, unmoved,
held in stillness.
Now I carry a quiet blessing:
a richness of light
wrapped in love,
guiding me forward
with grace.
Each step needs a spark
a hope to keep the flame alive.
And I hold it close…
so close,
that nothing in this world
can dim it.
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