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Under a rain‑woven sky,

the water holds

an unspoken dream—

trees leaning inward,

clouds dissolving

into muted whispers.

Even as I walk,

my hands remember

threads and needles,

my heart drifts

toward a quiet studio

where colours wait for me

in silence—

and yet,

beneath this gray hush,

a small light stirs,

promising return.