From a debris of apprehensions
Drip down desires from able culminations
Often cast aside by inhibitions
Every step forward falls back two
The daily grind waits for the right moment
Is there really one?
For the porous mud, collecting
Drip – Drip - Drip
Nurturing to germinate
Emanating a soothing whiff
The bud opens to a full bloom
Living its existence in passion, laughing,
Discovering self, for self.
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