Personality

Home is not place of birth, but end of search
The soul has seeds from many lifetimes stored
It hunts, it gathers—never leaves a perch
It develops roots, dares to bloom once more.

What matters must arise from our deep core
The roof is an artificial construct
But truth beneath is what we all implore,
strength emanates from principled conduct


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