The Wildflower
Do not listen to the noise of the World,
As it only make the thoughts Twirled.
Rather believe in the silence of your Soul,
For it can not only see a part but the Whole.
The Soul is a wildflower meant to Bloom,
The World starts to terminate after a Zoom.
So Paint Magic across every path you Choose,
Double the Joy if there's any Battle you Lose.
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