Lost Dreams on the Horizon
In the soft whispers of the morning light, dreams unfold like petals. Some remain, vivid and cherished, while others bloom only to wither unnoticed. Here lies the quietly composed symphony—a succession of notes unwritten, melodies unheard, horizons untrodden.
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Chapters of the Unheard
Amidst the everyday routine, threads of gold weave through the mundane, unnoticed by most. Each strand holds potential; woven into a tapestry of opportunities. Yet, as time moves, our grasp loosens, and fingertips brush against shadows.