Creation

Creation 

Every creature holds a sacred spark,
Born to shine through light and dark.
Waves arise as spirits wake,
Mountains move for purpose’s sake.

Breath begins where silence ends,
Time unfolds, the moment bends.
Dreams emerge from stardust clay,
Truth walks on a fleeting ray.

Power flows in countless forms,
Peace may hide in quiet storms.
Origin, keeper, end combined,
Woven deep in grand design.

GR kaviyoor 
19 07 2025

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