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Hope
The Supermoon spills a silver thread,
From heavens high to what lies ahead.
It is the promise in the dark,
A brighter future, a fresh start.
The light says:
"Look up, what you desire,
Is drawn to you by lunar fire."
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The swollen disk, a mirror vast,
Reflects the weight that's meant to pass.
A silent heave, a gentle break,
For all the burdens you must shake.
The energy whispers:
"Let it go, The deepest healing starts to flow."
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