Where Silence Learns to Shine

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She sits where the night
loosens its trembling grip,
where the first gold sigh
of morning brushes the water
like a promise whispered too softly
to be heard, only felt.

The pier creaks under dreams
too heavy for sleep,
too fragile for daylight.

Clouds drift like forgotten letters.
Purple tears stain the sky,
but none of them fall on her.

For she has become the quiet
she once feared.
The horizon bends toward her,
as if the sun itself
leans in
to warm the places
the world could not.

And in that soft, impossible glow,
she learns the truth:

some dawns do not break,
they heal.