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Soft whispers of gold,
In September's tender light,
Brave hearts shine so bright.
Fleeting days of youth,
Brushstrokes of orange and gold,
Hope blooms in the dark.
Stories yet untold,
With courage beyond their years,
Childhood dreams held tight.
In the fields they run,
Golden sun on fragile skin,
Small hands reach for stars.
Each giggle a spark,
Illuminating the fight,
Love's warmth conquers fear.
Poem by: Maxine Logan-Clarke
