A CULTURE
The colours of it
Makes it a profound word
A pleasurable moment
The core values of it
Makes it a rare word
A memorable event
It is who you are,
As the wind
Started to move
That feeling of the unknown
As the sea
Started to wave
That feeling of the known
It is who you are meant to be,
The morals of it
Makes it an imperative word
A special occasion
The ingredients of it
Makes it a wonderful word
It is the seed.
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