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Title : Unseen Yet Always There
"About the unseen healer, the giver without pride"
Silent strokes of wind,
Wandering through starlight,
Dancing in moonlight,
Chasing clouds like dreams.
It moves endlessly—
Unseen, unfelt by eyes,
But always present
In the quiet echoes of the night.
No one stops to thank the wind,
Though it carries our breath,
And cools our pain.
It gives without pride,
Loves without sound,
Heals without asking.
You can’t touch it—
But it touches everything.
You can’t see it—
But it lifts the weight we cannot name.
It never asks to be seen.
Still, it stays.
How many things keep us alive
While we forget they exist?