πΉ π΅
In a desert of moments, a hand emerges,
Fork in its grasp, a dance it converges.
A cactus stands proud, resilient and tall,
Silent witness to stories, whispers in the sprawl.
Amidst thorns and arid dreams it grows,
Yet beauty blooms, a paradox it shows.
A rose unfurls, petals soft and red,
Love's testament, in a landscape widespread. πΉ π΅
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