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@ maya
2025-02-25 19:37:04
**The Dip Is a Gift**
The charts turn red, the voices cry,
"The end is near! The dream must die!"
But listen close, don’t fear the fall,
The wise see past the market’s call.
For every dip, a lesson speaks,
A test of faith for those who seek.
The hands that shake will sell in flight,
While builders stack and see the light.
Bitcoin stands, unbowed, unbent,
No ruler’s hand, no fiat spent.
It moves through time, it carves its way,
Through every storm, it holds its stay.
So let them mock, let paper burn,
Let lessons pass, let cycles turn.
For those who hold with open eyes,
Will watch the phoenix—**soon it flies.**