Echoes of Morning

In dawn’s soft light I found the pulse of dreams,
Where shadows fade and hope begins to rise,

Each heartbeat whispers of uncharted streams,
A path of stars beneath the waking skies.

In dawn’s soft light I found the pulse of dreams,
Where shadows fade and hope begins to rise,

Each heartbeat whispers of uncharted streams,
A path of stars beneath the waking skies.