Breathe. Plant your heart seeds in fertile soil,
and let them bloom ‘neath the afternoon sun.
The earth like a human heart is fragile, let us
tend to its growing needs and chaste desires.

I, see you as you plough hope within my soul,
how you savor scent of cassias and roses blue.
We don’t always know what’s brewing within,
come let us trim weeds like one would scatter
gloom.

Because the soil of self requires constant care,
come let us dig out worries of prolonged past,
observe as soul turns on a new leaf, its beauty
transcend a moonlit field.

‘The hum of failure should not depress you.’

 

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