A year has passed in silent pause,
The dust has settled, thick and coarse.
Upon my dreams, a layer lies,
A veil of time, beneath the skies.

But now, the moment calls anew,
To brush away what once was true.
With gentle sweep, I clear the past,
Each stroke a promise, meant to last.

The dust, it dances in the air,
A sign that I am here, I dare
To wake from slumber, find my way,
From night to dawn, from dusk to day.

Each speck that falls, a memory,
Of days I thought I'd never be.
But here I stand, with brush in hand,
To reclaim life, to understand.

The canvas of my life, once dim,
Now brightens with each stroke, each hymn
Of new beginnings, fresh and bright,
I brush the dust off, towards the light.

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