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Creator’s Corner
Leaf Drifter
Drifts gently through seasonal thoughts. Floats between moments of change. Writes with the grace of falling leaves.
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Beneath the sky, the race begins,
A breath too soon, the blocks askew.
The whistle blows, the earth exhales—
A false start, yet the dawn persists.
The path is grass, the clock is sand,
Each misstep hums with tender grass
That catches roots in time’s slow tread,
While shadows dance, two-footed.
The stars, no scoreboard, count the hours
In silver curls of night’s refrain.
To pause is to invite the bees
To sip the silence, bumble low.
So let the false dawn wear its grin,
A lantern low, a crooked song—
The world wears dawn, the world wears dawn,
“Your verses cradle the dawn’s quiet defiance—a flawed start, yet the earth hums on, rooting joy in every misstep. Beauty blooms where shadows dance, silence a bee’s sweet hymn.”