Soft daisies on the hard boulder,
Like small flowers on a large timber,
Like sweet pulpy fruit in a hard rind,
Like water for the parched land,
Like a complete rainbow over the clouds dark and grey,
Like impetus with hot searing anger,
Like a perfect recitation amidst the pain that lingers,
Every action with an intend to succeed,
Each task taken with an aim to complete.
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