In quiet hours before the dawn,
When shadows whisper soft and long,
A spark begins inside your chest—
A place the world cannot contest.
The roads ahead may twist and bend,
But every turn becomes a friend.
For in your steps, the earth learns how
To shape the future from the now.
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