I see you, gloomy and tired eyed,

you wear worry on your face.

Your tears have carved

anxious lines along your cheeks.

Your gait has stiffened, and

your shoulders seem tense.

I know not what troubles

your heart and mind,

but I do know who you are.

You are a bed of flowers,

blooming in the sun.

You are the ocean,

reflecting the moon.

You are a melody of raindrops,

a symphony of waves, the light

that shines brightest, even

on your dimmest days.

Don’t worry, the clouds will

pass, the waters will subside,

you will reclaim your radiance,

and find your way.

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