Descended from the slides downwards
Sprouted in a vast garden
Grown enough to smear lightness
With bloomed petals too colourful
Like Potter born at the doorstep of the Dursleys
Aquaint with many of choice
That’s not you have more
A friend you trust the more you will
Your soul may be.

Decision make you
The right for your mind
Thoughts be so kind
Forward you go.
Never fear of any
For your freedom n’er be judged
But criticised be they.

Stay strong you win
Trust yourself is not your sin
Remain your kin
Through your life
Disgrace may face
Jump the pace
The point you reach
The tip your success destination.

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