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In velvet skies, where shadows dim, A single diamond lights the rim. The morning star, a pearl afar, Heralds the dawn, a distant star. A beacon bright, it pierces night, With gentle glow, a silver light. It whispers hope, a promise made, That darkness fades, and sun will break. The stars retreat, like courtiers shy, Before the queen, who paints the sky. With rosy hues and golden fire, She sets the world ablaze, afire. But still the star, it holds its place, A guiding hand, with gentle grace. It watches pilgrims on their way, Until the sun takes center stage. And yet, within the heart it gleams, A symbol still, in waking dreams. Of courage born, of fears laid low, The morning star, where hopes can grow. So let it shine, within your soul, A burning torch, to make you whole. A spark of light, on life's dark tide, The morning star, where dreams reside.

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Where parched earth cracks and silence holds its sway, A whisper stirs, a hidden spring gives way. A well of life, it bubbles soft and slow, Unfurling into streams that onward flow. No muddy flood, but crystal in its course, It veins the land, a vibrant, vital source. Emerald banks cradle its gentle song, Where willows lean and wildflowers dance along. Through barren fields it carves a verdant path, Awakening seeds to break their dusty math. Sun-dappled leaves unfurl on thirsty stems, And barren boughs stretch out to jeweled gems. The desert blooms, a tapestry of green, Where life once slept, a vibrant dance is seen. Hummingbirds sip, butterflies take flight, And ancient stones reflect the sun's warm light. The river whispers secrets old and new, Of ancient roots and skies forever blue. It sings of hope, where life has been renewed, Of endless grace, in gratitude imbued. So let us drink, from these celestial founts, Where wisdom flows and love forever mounts. May we become, like channels clear and pure, Reflecting light, forever to endure. For rivers of living waters have no end, Their boundless course, a love that knows no bend. They flow within, a constant, steady tide, A gift of life, where souls may ever hide. And when we thirst, for meaning or for ease, Let's seek the spring, let down our souls to breathe. For in the depths, where quiet shadows lie, The rivers wait, to fill us from on high. So dive within, where currents ever run, And let the love, become your beating sun. For you are water, flowing free and bright, A living stream, reflecting endless light.