Mandara's story uninterrupted


Every time I bloom, a new story unfolds,
Though familiar eyes have seen me many times told.
My color, complexion, structure, and brief life span,
The leaves, the stem, the roots from which I began,

All these together weave a narrative so fine,
Familiar yet new, a tale that's forever divine.

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