[Poem] Experience

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In life's grand tapestry, each thread unweaves,
A symphony of moments, joys and grieves.
Each step a brushstroke, vibrant, dark, or pale,
A canvas painted, whispered on the gale.

Experience, the sculptor, chisels deep,
In hearts and minds, where memories sleep.
A weathered face, a laugh beneath the stars,
Each scar a lesson, etched like desert scars.

The child's first touch, a feather light and frail,
The lover's gaze, a whispered, moonlit tale.
The sting of loss, a shadow's cruel embrace,
The triumph's roar, a victory won in chase.

Through meadows danced, on mountains climbed so high,
Beneath the waves, where secrets softly lie.
With every breath, a story starts to bloom,
A mosaic built, beyond the sterile room.

For experience, a teacher, stern and wise,
Unveils the world with truth in open eyes.
It whispers secrets, hidden in the breeze,
And paints the soul with wisdom's symphonies.

So let the winds of change unfurl their might,
Embrace the darkness, greet the morning light.
For in the tapestry of lived and felt,
A masterpiece unfolds, where purpose dwelt.

So raise a glass to scars and victories won,
To lessons learned, beneath the setting sun.
For experience, the guide, forever leads,
A tapestry of stories, where the spirit feeds.