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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.

Rise - POEM

Rise

When the night presses heavy
and silence feels like weight,
when your breath trembles
just trying to exist—
rise.

Not for them,
not for the world that turned away,
but for the quiet fire
still flickering in your chest.

Rise
because something in you refuses to vanish,
because even broken wings
remember the sky.

Rise
slowly if you must,
with shaking hands, with tear-stained cheeks—
but rise.

Because the dawn
waits for no one,
but it still welcomes
every soul brave enough
to try again.


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