In the cradle of scars where silence once wept,
a bloom unfurled where shadows crept
through the chasm of pain, light softly spoke,
a timeless hymn as the spirit awoke
Wounds once bound in a fleeting hour,
now gilded in strength, a resilient power
threads of sorrow, stitched with grace,
wove an ageless beauty that time won’t erase
Not bound by the ticking clock’s decree,
nor shackled by what the eye can see
the soul ascends to celestial plains,
finding heights where no hurt remains
Each tear once fallen, now jewels divine,
each ache a note in the healing line
from the ash of despair, a phoenix takes flight,
defying the chains of mortal sight
It dances beyond where space confines,
breaching the limits of earthly designs
for healing births a beauty untamed,
unmarked by years, unbound, unnamed
It whispers, “I am the infinite flame,
alive in the echoes, untouched by shame
each wound a passage, each scar a star,
guiding the lost from near and far”
Ageless beauty, a song of the free,
a mirror of divinity in you, in me
through healing’s heights, we find our place—
an eternal embrace of time and space–
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