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The Flower

Fragile, proud, mysterious;
she stands strong
in the reluctant storm.
She sways, she breaks
but holds on.
Immovable, invincible.

The storm doesn’t scare her
for she holds
a million storms within;
Turbulent, fierce, untamed.

She blooms nevertheless.
I love her, nonetheless.

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