Whispers of the Human Canvas

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The eyes, windows to the soul’s deep sea,
Reflecting dreams and fears untold.
They glimmer with the light of hope,
And weep when shadows take their hold.

The hands, sculptors of our fate,
Crafting tales with every touch.
They comfort, build, and sometimes break,
Yet always strive to do so much.

The heart, a drum of life’s sweet song,
Beats with love and sorrow’s tune.
It dances to the rhythm strong,
Beneath the sun, the stars, the moon.

The feet, our guides on paths unknown,
Tread through joys and trials faced.
They wander far but find their home,
In moments lived, in memories traced.

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