The beauty of a rough life
Morning opens over the hills of Port-au-Prince
Light climbs slowly above restless streets
A woman sweeps dust from her small doorway
Children laugh while chasing a worn football
Life here shows both scars and quiet courage
Sometimes the city feels rough and tired
Yet the sea breathes calm near Labadee shores
Friends walk safely through gardens at dusk
Love grows in simple talks beneath warm trees
Take time to visit the peaceful corners
Hold the hands of people who matter most
Care for your body and soften your thoughts
Even on hard days try to keep a smile
Because today is the moment we truly have
And beauty lives even inside struggle
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