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Whisper of Morning Prayer
The fan creaks softly,
as if it too listens,
to the gentle murmur,
of prayers weaving through
the morning's fragile light.Breath held, a pause,
in the rhythm of tears,
that never quite fall,
as the voice echoes
in the quiet dawn.Words float,
like leaves in a stream,
carried by whispers,
seeking solace in
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