Tender Warmth and Tactful Grace !!
With Tender hands, you mold the sky,
Coloring hush across the seething tide.
Every word is a feather, gentle but firm,
A lullaby in which hearts find home.
With Tactful care, you weave the air,
Between the wounds, between the beauty there.
No voice too strong, no truth too harsh,
Just light that stays back in the dark.
And in the stillness where shadows play
You carve a place of refuge, call it home.
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