Inner Light

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Amid the world's loud chorus,

A whisper gently calls-

To be authentic, true,

Beyond the fleeting walls.  


No need for shining masks,

Nor crowds to validate,

A quiet fire burns bright,

A soul that knows its fate.  


In kindness, strength resides,

In patience, power gleams-

The treasure of oneself,

Born from honest dreams.  


Let others judge or praise,

Their voices fade away-

My worth is mine alone,

A dawn that greets each day.  


From deep within, I rise,

With sunlight in my step,

Authentic, free, and whole,

My spirit's true precept.

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