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@ Poetstry
2025-06-15 09:55:04
My babe, before the icon’s gleam,
A whispered prayer, a hopeful dream.
The Temple walls, a sacred space,
Where generations find their grace.
Her tiny hand, within my own,
Before the King upon His throne.
The incense swirls, a fragrant cloud,
A father's promise, spoken loud.
To guide her steps on paths of light,
To shield her from the darkest night.
The chanting soothes, a gentle rain,
Washing away the doubt, the pain.
The gilded dome, a heaven's sign,
Reflecting love, both yours and mine.
A legacy of faith we share,
A Temple built on hope and prayer.
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