A canvas bright, with colors bold, A story waiting to unfold. I see myself, with dreams so clear, No shadows lurking, no future fear. A path laid out, with hope and grace, A happy smile upon my face. The seeds I sow, I will see bloom, Dispelling darkness, chasing gloom.
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Future Vision
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A canvas bright, with colors bold, — A story waiting to unfold.
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