In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
I find the mirror of my soul, a sacred place.
Where dreams are woven with threads of light,
And shadows dance in the still of night.

My heart beats with the rhythm of the sea,
Echoes of the past, whispers of what could be.
Each scar, a story etched in time,
A testament to mountains I dared to climb.

In the garden of my thoughts, flowers bloom,
Amidst the thorns, they dispel the gloom.
With every breath, I nurture my inner flame,
A beacon of hope, in life’s endless game.

As the sun sets, painting the sky with gold,
I embrace the stories yet to be told.
In the mirror of my soul, I find my way,
A reflection of self, in the light of day.