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A single blossom holds its serene grace
A flash of magenta amidst the emerald space
The stem gives strength, branch leads to light
As peach flower blossoms, pure and bright
It breathes a native fragrance of its own
And reveals its splendour fully, and alone.
We too unfold our distinct, unique grace
Rooted in journeys in our own true place
There is no need to rush or run another’s pace
Or measure worth by seeds we cannot trace
For every soul and mind must find its ground
Where life’s most brilliant garden can be found.
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