A Whisper of Gratitude to the Gentle Hands of Time

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In the quiet dawn, where dreams still linger,
I find whispers of gratitude in the soft morning light,
For the gentle hands that guide my path,
And the love that warms my heart through the night.

Each day a gift, wrapped in moments,
With lessons hidden in the folds of time,
Grateful for the laughter and the tears,
That shape my soul, both harsh and kind.

In the tapestry of life, woven with care,
Gratitude is the thread that binds,
For family, friends, and fleeting joys,
That paint my world in colors so divine.

As stars grace the velvet night,
And the moon sings a lullaby of peace,
I offer thanks to the universe,
For the blessings that never cease.

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