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A flower once in shadowed ground,
Timid, fragile, lost, not yet found,
Yearning for the sun’s embrace
To lift its head, to find its place.

In time, the rays began to pour,
And fear gave way to something,
More.

For in the earth, when strength is sown,
A flower stands, its courage grown
Forever seen, it’s spirit strong,
No longer wondering what went wrong.

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A flower once in shadowed ground,
Timid, fragile, lost, unbound,
Yearning for the sun’s warm gleam
To rise and lift, to find its dream.

With time, the golden rays descend,
And fear gives way as shadows mend.

For in the soil where strength is sown,
A flower stands, its courage grown,
Its spirit bright, no longer lost,
With every petal, past is crossed.

Feelings, they’re like waves,
Crashing without cease,
Emotions surge and spiral,
Yearning for release.
I’m both tender and fierce,
A garden drenched in night,
Where ivy coils around my heart,
And moonflowers crave the light.

In this storm of passion,
There’s a strength that burns so deep,
Resilience forged in whispers,
Where love and darkness meet.
I navigate this world within,
With a compass kissed by fire,
And find that in the heart of chaos,
Lies the pulse of my desire.