The Echoes of Karma: A Tale of Balance and Justice

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In the quiet whispers of the night,
Karma dances in the moonlight,
With steps so graceful, yet unseen,
She weaves her web, serene and keen.

The deeds we sow in shadows deep,
Will rise again from slumber’s keep,
Each action’s echo, loud and clear,
Returns to us, both far and near.

A smile can be a beacon bright,
A cruel word, a haunting blight,
For Karma’s eyes are sharp and wide,
No sin or virtue can she hide.

So tread with care, in life’s embrace,
Leave love and kindness in your trace,
For in the end, what we bestow,
Will come full circle, this we know.

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