In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Intentions rise, like the breaking morn.
A seed is planted, deep within,
A spark of hope, where dreams begin.
With every thought, with every prayer,
Intentions form the love we share.
They shape our world, our paths, our fate,
A force of nature, never late.
With purpose clear and heart so true,
Intentions guide the life we pursue.
Each action, small or grand in scope,
Is built upon the dreams we hope.
Like rivers carving through the stone,
Intentions shape what’s yet unknown.
For every goal that we achieve,
It’s born from what we first believe.
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