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epiphany's ascent
Epiphany’s Ascent
I will not let the weight
of old winds bruise
your tender wings again.
You will soar, not for escape,
but toward uncharted ridges,
where your story gleams in sunrise gold.
Feel the breeze’ gentle kiss on your cheek.
We will carve the sky
into tales of self-discovery and inner epiphanies,
mapping horizons no map could hold.
Your flight is not borrowed—it belongs to you.
Go—lifted by morning’s soft embrace.
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