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Youu

Youu
YOU ARE,

A sunrise wrapped in golden silk, waking the world with silent grace,

A promise whispered through the wind, soft as truth on a lover’s face.

A page unwritten, glowing bright, where dreams etch verses in pure delight,
A flame that dances in the storm, unyielding, wild, and full of light.

A meadow kissed by midnight rain, where every drop knows your name,
A melody the stars would hum, jealous of your endless flame.

A thunderclap that shakes the proud, yet sings the earth a gentle song,
A force so calm yet fierce and vast, the galaxies have watched you long.

A story time can’t dare erase, carved in sky and soul and stone,
You are the moment the world exhales—
The kind of day that feels like home.