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Incense swirls, a #Sacred sign,

Like prayers that rise, both yours and mine.

A memory, a gentle sting,

Of childhood days, and bells that ring.

My father’s hand, my mother’s grace,

Within this holy, hallowed place.

I see your face, so full of light,

Bathed in the lampada’s soft might.

This fragrant cloud, a whispered plea,

That God will watch eternally.

My heart's deep hope, my soul's true aim,

To raise you in His Holy Name.

#Fatherhood's call, a gift divine,

Incense blooms, forever thine.

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