In moments where doubt curls at the edges of my resolve, I long for the wind's quiet truth. You are steady, though the horizon feels vast, an anchor in the vast ocean of doubt.
A voice as a spark, igniting the dark with promises of dawn.
A reminder Your breath carries constellations; let them guide others. When the storm fades, I'd rise, not just to endure.
Line Count: 6 Prompt: Prize Prompt: Write a six-line poem about the thing you'd most like to hear whispered by the wind.
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