In the quiet moments of dawn,
I find pieces of who I am,
Scattered like stars in the night sky,
Waiting to be discovered, one by one.
Through the whispers of the wind,
And the gentle touch of rain,
I hear the echoes of my heart,
Singing songs of dreams and pain.
In the mirror of the world,
I see a face both old and new,
A tapestry of memories and hopes,
Woven with threads of gold and blue.
With every step I take,
I gather fragments of myself,
Building a mosaic of my journey,
A story untold, yet deeply felt.