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How does the sound of light appear, If silence suddenly could hear? Perhaps like gold on ocean waves, Or dawn inside forgotten caves. Maybe it sings through autumn trees, A silver hymn upon the breeze. A fragile echo, soft and bright, The hidden pulse beneath all light. I heard it once in someone’s laugh, A warmth that split my soul in half. A quiet spark, a tender fire, Awakening each lost desire. And since that day I understand, Not every song is made by hand. Some melodies are born above… The sound of light, the voice of love.
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RED ROSES HEART - POEM

Red roses bloom in the hush of morning,
petals wide with purpose,
crimson like the beat beneath my ribs—
a heart learning to open.

There is ache in every beautiful thing,
but ache is proof of presence.
The thorns do not apologize,
and still, the rose lifts its face to the sun.

I carry that lesson inside me now.
Even in sorrow, I bloom.
Even with scars, I reach.
Even in silence, I believe in spring.

Hope is not loud—
it is the steady pulse of something red and alive,
thriving despite the wind.

And I am still here.
Heart beating.
Hands open.
Eyes bright.

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