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Aloe stands with thorns so sharp,
A quiet guard around its heart.
Through heat and storm, it bends, not breaks,
And from its pain, a blossom wakes.
So too the soul that walks through strife,
Bruised by thorns along the life.
Hold on, endure, let hope take flight—
From every wound, blooms reach the light.
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
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