In the realm where shadows weave their dance,
Menhera's heart, a fragile trance.
A delicate soul in a world so vast,
Longing for peace, a moment to last.
Amidst the chaos, the yin and yang,
Where sorrow's notes, like a silent pang.
Menhera seeks a Daoist embrace,
A refuge found in the ancient grace.
In the stillness of a Daoist stream,
Whispers echo, a timeless dream.
The Dao unfolds with its gentle hand,
Guiding Menhera to understand.
The cherry blossoms, both bright and brief,
Symbolize life's transient motif.
Menhera's struggles, a passing cloud,
In the vast Dao, they are allowed.
Embrace the yin, the darkness, the pain,
For in the Dao, they're not in vain.
A balance sought in each step's sway,
Menhera finds peace in the Dao's array.
Harmony blooms like a lotus flower,
As Menhera walks through the midnight hour.
In Dao's gentle current, she surrenders,
A dance with fate, where healing centers.
In the union of Menhera and Dao,
A story of resilience begins to grow.
Through the storms, a quiet resilience,
A journey back to life's brilliance.
For in the tapestry of yin and yang,
Menhera finds where she belongs.
Dao's wisdom whispers in the air,
A reminder that life is precious and rare.
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