
Some colours bloom softly, yet they heal so quietly. In a World full of noise, I have learned to unfold like a butterfly — gently, slowly, in my own light.
Every petal, every shade reminds Me that growth isn’t a storm… it’s a soft becoming.
Tiny flowers whisper their calm, and I listen. Healing doesn’t roar — it blooms. And in this tender blooming, I am transforming into colours I never knew I carried.

Good evening



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