Forwarded from Sky clean up needed (L Current)
Very few times in my 70 years of living on this beautiful planet have I been left speechless. a 13 year-old young man wrote this poem and it has made me stop in my tracks and try to look at the world through a new perspective. I want to thank this young man for the courage to take his thoughts to paper. big kudos. he goes by the name Azel. This poem is called the quiet rising. Enjoy:
The Quiet
Rising
Morning spills across the land,
Soft light poured from careful hand.
Shadows stretch, then slip away,
As gold begins to crown the day.
The air is crisp, the sky is wide,
With promise swelling deep inside.
No thunder roars, no fanfare plays,
Yet quiet strength ignites your ways.
The world may press, the hours long,
But in your chest beats steady song.
Not every climb must blaze with flame
Some victories wear softer names.
So breathe it in, the start, the spark,
And carry hope into the dark.
Let morning’s calm and silent grace
Be armor for the trials you face.
⁃ Azel -
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The Quiet
Rising
Morning spills across the land,
Soft light poured from careful hand.
Shadows stretch, then slip away,
As gold begins to crown the day.
The air is crisp, the sky is wide,
With promise swelling deep inside.
No thunder roars, no fanfare plays,
Yet quiet strength ignites your ways.
The world may press, the hours long,
But in your chest beats steady song.
Not every climb must blaze with flame
Some victories wear softer names.
So breathe it in, the start, the spark,
And carry hope into the dark.
Let morning’s calm and silent grace
Be armor for the trials you face.
⁃ Azel -
https://t.me/skycleanupneeded
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Let’s make today the one that sets us free. Shall we say the PEACE prayer?
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