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Thanks

I pen this poem, a heartfelt grace,
To express my thanks in this sacred space.

Thanks to the moon, that silver sphere,
For casting its glow, so bright and clear,
Illuminating paths unknown,
Guiding lost souls back to their own.

Thanks to the stars, scattered above,
Each one a symbol of hope and love,
They twinkle and dance in the midnight sky,
Reminding us dreams are meant to fly.

Thanks to the night, mysterious and deep,
For offering solace, a gentle keep,
A refuge where worries and troubles fade,
Where secrets and dreams are freely made.

Thanks to the silence, serene and pure,
A balm for the soul, an open door,
In its embrace, we find inner peace,
A moment of stillness, a sweet release.

Thanks to the whispers that softly tread,
Revealing truths that are left unsaid,
They carry messages from realms unseen,
Guiding us to where our hearts convene.

Thanks to the pen, my loyal friend,
Through ink and page, emotions unfurl,
Transforming thoughts into a poetic swirl.

I offer my thanks, with love and grace,
For every blessing, big or small,
For the wonder of life, I give my all.

- Simran's