In moonlit depths, my cycle’s end,
A manifestation yet to mend.
Intent so strong, yet aim so frail,
Thirteen days set, but haste did prevail.
The process followed, yet intent submerged,
In depths of doubt, my vision blurred.
Release and see, the truth unfold,
If wisdom’s light can make me bold.
With words I weave, my heart’s desire,
Intent and praise, my soul’s afire.
The outcome flows, like whispers soft,
Ideas aglow, a dreamscape aloft.
Space I create, with intent imbued,
The world spins on, while time renewed.
No longer bound by procrastination’s chain,
A new horizon, where dreams attain.
The moon’s sweet song, my spirit’s guide,
Delightful tunes, where hope resides.
With eyes anew, I see the way,
A new-found path, where dreams can sway.
Words like dancers, my soul’s delight,
Each chance I seize, with all my might.
New intentions rise, with fervor’s flame,
Emotional tides, no longer to tame.
A paradigm shift, a sudden turn,
Ideas ignite, like stars that burn.
No need for verse, yet sound’s sweet seed,
A rhythmic pulse, where wisdom freed.
From icy grasp, sacred thoughts revive,
Ancient whispers, where stories thrive.
Forgotten tales, once lost and deep,
Retold anew, from slumber’s sleep
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