
I dreamed once high distant skies,
Of shining names and grand replies.
But life, so quiet, softly spoke,
Through tender hands and hearts that broke.
The world was vast, yet I grew still,
In corners shaped by simple will.
A morning sun, a passing smile,
A borrowed strength to walk a mile.
Not every dream must tower tall
There’s grace in learning to be small.
For joy can bloom where shadows fall,
When hearts make peace with having all.
A cup of tea, a whispered “stay,”
A kindness shared along the way.
In all I missed, I found my call
To live, to love, though small—still all.
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