Life unfolds like petals in the sun,
A quiet bloom revealing shape and hue;
Each moment opens, never truly done,
Yet offers lessons old, yet ever new.
Its path is winding, scattered, and unsure,
With shadows cast and fleeting rays of light;
We stumble, rise, and slowly learn the cure
For doubts that haunt the stillness of the night.
Through joy and sorrow, patience, loss, and gain,
Its story grows beyond what we command;
No page repeats, no chapter lives in vain,
Each step is guided by a gentle hand.
So let life unfold, both tender and bold,
A mystery lived, not merely bought or sold.
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