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She walks with dreams in quiet grace,
A fire of hope upon her face.
Books and thoughts, both deep and free,
A heart that writes her destiny.
She falls, she rises, learns to stand,
Life never goes the way she planned.
Yet every scar, each hidden tear,
Turns into strength she wears with cheer.
Her words don't shout, they softly glow,
Like stars that guide where hearts should go.
In broken lines and hopeful schemes,
Her name forever rhymes with dreams.
Friends may change like passing skies,
Some are truth, some just disguise.
But those who stay through wrong and right
Are constellations in her night.
She waits for love that feels like peace,
Not loud, not rushed, but won't decrease.
A hand that holds, a soul that sees,
A love that lets her simply be.
So if you hear her softly hum,
While chasing all she'll soon become—
Remember this, believe it too:
The brightest dreams start dressed in you