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Through desert’s glow where starlight hums, on dunes of silvered grace,
A healer, soft with unsaid dreams, a blacksmith, stern with care,
Were called by one whose star-eyes burned, her voice a timeless trace,
To join a caravan of light, their silent hopes to share.
Once neighbors in a quiet town, their lives had brushed in glances,
Her window bloomed with herbs for all, his forge sparked late at night.
Unspoken love, too shy to speak, had stirred in fleeting chances,
Yet words stayed locked until death’s release led them to the light.
In wagons wreathed with comet’s flame, they rode through singing sands,
Her fingers traced old scars of care, his hands gripped phantom steel.
Their eyes met once – a spark of shock – her neighbor’s weathered hands,
His long-admired healer’s gaze is now real beyond the veil.
“The city shines where hearts are home,” sang voices woven bright,
Your silent vows still linger here, beneath the star that led.
One star above, their guide in life, now joined them in its flight,
To spires that pulsed with endless dawn, where every soul is fed.
The blacksmith caught her fleeting smile as wagons crested high,
The healer’s shawl of ember-light flared bright with quiet joy.
He nodded once, respect unspoken, a warmth within his eye,
She bowed in turn, their past now sealed, no need for words’ employ.
Swift hands drew carts to the gates of the star, where radiance softly gleamed,
Fine fingers poured a nectar sweet and crowned their brows with flame.
“Traveler,” sang a vibrant throng, “your cures have brightly beamed!”
“Wanderer,” urged a tranquil few, “your craft has earned its name!”
The healer joined a lively ring, where tales of hope unfurled,
“Your kindness lives,” they cheered, “it weaves the skies in endless song!”
They danced in spirals, stories free, her heart no more a world,
“Here’s paradise,” they cried, “to share our truths where stars belong.”
The blacksmith met a silent band, their eyes like embers glowed,
“Your forge’s spark endures,” they signed, no words to break the calm.
In quiet, they shaped beams of light, their hands with peace bestowed,
“Here’s paradise,” they showed, “to craft in stillness, time a psalm.”
So the healer wove her boundless tales, her spirit soaring wide,
While the blacksmith was shaped in tranquil light, his heart was no longer torn.
Beneath the star that joined their paths, in love they’d never hide,
Two souls, once near, now home at last, where desert’s dawn is born.
