In a field of flowers, an African heart thrives, Each bloom a whisper of ancestral lives. Colors of history, painted in the breeze, Petals tell tales in the rustling trees. In solitude, he stands, where blossoms confide, A vibrant mosaic, where strength and grace abide.
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Each bloom a whisper of ancestral lives.
Colors of history, painted in the breeze,
Petals tell tales in the rustling trees.
In solitude, he stands, where blossoms confide,
A vibrant mosaic, where strength and grace abide.