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TO FOLLOW THE HEART
“The library welcomed me like an old friend. The scent of aged books was intoxicating, and the silence was profound. I found a corner by the window, where the light filtered through ancient glass panes. My thoughts turned to… There is a quiet rebellion in following one’s heart – a defiance that reshapes the world. To listen, to feel, to leap without fear.”
To follow the heart, to pause, to hear,
Its cries of joy, its echoing fear.
To cast off chains of thought’s cruel lies,
And see the world through unveiled eyes.
The echoes fade, the light grows dim,
Yet still the heart beats firm within.
It seeks the paths that reason bars,
And dreams of dancing beneath the stars.
How frightening life’s silent scream,
To wake and find the world a dream.
Yet courage blooms when truth takes hold,
A love, unbroken, pure and bold.