Inspiration is where it begins—
A spark that stirs the quiet soul,
Guiding the dreamer to create,
To chase the whisper of a goal.
It births aspiration—
A hope that pulses in the chest,
A silent flame, a steady force,
That drives the heart to seek its best.
Dreams are fragile, yet profound,
Calling those who dare believe
To walk the path that fate has drawn,
To give, to build, to strive and achieve.
But dreaming isn’t all it takes—
There must be purpose, depth, and grace.
For dreams to live and find their place,
They need clear vision, time, and space.
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