A man, with cacti in his hands,
Sharp and silent, he dares to stand.
Adoring thorns, he's unafraid
He lifts the spikes with all their weight.
A lesson etched in each scar's trace,
Each ***** a shadow, each wound a grace.
To persist is not to flee—
It’s to endure the thorns, and still be free.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
A man, with cacti in his hands,
Sharp and silent, he dares to stand.
Adoring thorns, he's unafraid
He lifts the spikes with all their weight.
A lesson etched in each scar's trace,
Each ***** a shadow, each wound a grace.
To persist is not to flee—
It’s to endure the thorns, and still be free.
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