Literature
Poem: Spell for Sunlight and Self-Belief
(90 words)
By sunlit stone and lakewind blessed,
Let weary hearts be gently pressed.
No voice of doubt shall rise today,
Let joy, not fear, decide the way.
Imposters flee where truth walks free,
Your craft is root, is branch, is tree.
Not perfect work, but work that’s true,
And that, dear witch, is born of you.
So breathe this gold, let cloisters sing,
Your worth is not a fleeting thing.
With every leaf the season turns,
A brighter fire inside you burns.
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