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a whisper in
the quiet dawn
Before the sun has fully yawned
A fragile thought, a feeling born.
Untouched by eyes, played,
unadorned.
It dances on the ascend breeze
A melody the heart can seize,
A secret held among the trees,
A silent promise meant to please.
It lives within the hidden space,
Where ink has yet to meet the page
a fading smile upon a face
A story waiting for its age,
No critics gaze, no reader 's sigh
Disturbs its pure and gentle shy
A world complete where dreams fly,
Beneath a canvas painted high.
TANMAY SAIDABE
GRADE 7
SDCCL PUBLIC SCHOOL -
DIGVIJAYGRAM
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