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Beneath the veil of Monday’s light,
The sun ascends in golden flight.
Its radiant spell, both soft and wide,
Dispels the gloom we hold inside.
The week begins, a path unknown,
Yet morning’s fire makes magic shown.
With thoughts aloft on winds unseen,
You walk where brighter souls have been.
Believe, and gates of fate unclose—
The seed you plant in mind, it grows.
So wear a smile, a sacred charm;
The day bends gently to your calm.
For those who dream with open eyes,
The universe in turn replies.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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