With grace, let calmness gently ensue.
Like snow, a shield, serene and white,
Yet beneath, a volcano’s fiery might.
Appearances deceive, as mountains stand tall,
Cool on the surface, but within, flames call.
To be like her, not mere pretense show,
Embrace the journey, let authenticity grow.
It takes courage to be your truest form,
But the path is worth it, through calm or storm.
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