Soft as a held breath,
the white hibiscus turns inward—
not to hide,
but to listen.
Petals like open palms
learn the patience of light,
giving without asking
how long it will last.
From the center,
a quiet spine of gold descends,
reminding us
that even gentleness
needs a backbone.
Today, be this flower:
rooted, unassuming,
offering beauty
as a way of being,
not a performance.
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