Inspiration hits hard
when the cloud shouts loudly,
when the rain brings blessings
and the breeze brings hope .
The hope ties me with
a pinch of confidence,
a dare to care less
and an ocean to dream more.
The inspiration collides with
the breeze of hope.
They make room for each other
to grow into a promise of success.
A success to befriend me,
take me to cloud nine.
Turning a timid girl
to a dauntless forever.
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