The Green Heart Beats, Resilient—aware
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Beneath the weight of brooding skies,
In tangled vines where silence lies,
hope flickers soft like morning dew,
and each droplet says a prayer anew.
In the rustling leaves that dance and sway,
these muted truths find their way,
a symphony of anguish has woven tight,
Yet, in the darkness, burgeons light.
For every grey storm that sweeps the ground,
a seed of courage is waiting to be found.
In fertile soil of dreams and despair,
the green heart beats, resilient—aware.
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