A line is drawn, a border set,
But life finds ways, won't be met
By walls that confine, or hold it down.
Through cracks it climbs, with softest crown.
The rose unfurls, a fragrant bloom,
A butterfly, escapes the gloom.
Beyond the edge, they take their flight,
Symbols of hope, in darkest night.
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