The mud is dirty
Grimy and toxic.
It is a soul-sucking kind of hell.
But in that hell,
Pour essence onto roots
And one day, it will finally shoot.
For the lotus has eventually bloomed,
From the lessons it learnt since womb.
The mud is dirty
Grimy and toxic.
It is a soul-sucking kind of hell.
But in that hell,
Pour essence onto roots
And one day, it will finally shoot.
For the lotus has eventually bloomed,
From the lessons it learnt since womb.
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