I love the tender green of earth— the grass, the stems that pierce the stone, their hidden roots drinking the unseen, holding the eternal secret of life.
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From barren soil, a green soul rises, its very birth a testament to divine beauty. Becoming and ascending—no mere signs, but devotion itself made manifest. When shells and masks fall away, what remains is the pure alchemy of being.--An amazing poem!
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From barren soil, a green soul rises, its very birth a testament to divine beauty. Becoming and ascending—no mere signs, but devotion itself made manifest. When shells and masks fall away, what remains is the pure alchemy of being.--An amazing poem!