In a secret place, where whispers softly play,
A purple flower danced, its beauty on display.
Its petals held a tale of life's winding way,
Growing through each chapter, come what may.

Leaves hold it tender, like hands that care,
Nourishing the flower, reaching out there.
A graceful path, from a bud's small start,
Life's hidden lessons, in every part.


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