In the soft embrace of twilight's hue,
Where art speaks secrets only hearts construe,
Brushstrokes blend the pain and joy we feel,
Silent whispers, helping wounds to heal.
Compassion flows in acts so small and bright,
A touch, a smile, in the gentle night,
These bonds we weave with love so tenderly,
Heal the soul, set the spirit free.
Art and kindness, woven in life's thread,
Bring peace to weary minds, to hearts once bled,
In this space, no words are needed here,
Just healing light, love's echo, ever near.
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