
In my slumber
I captured dreams
Brightly lit
Forever glowing;
Set them in fragile jars
Watered with teary prayers;
They found roots
Spiraling shoots
Thrived in silence
Reminder of all that can be
If we bestow our hopes
Fertile space in waking hours
Can light up darkest paths

You are an incredibly talented poet, Aneesha.
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