Take care , the young - the fresh sprouts.
These rains are full of mystery.
If you don't incise the soil ,
they'll drown you.
Nothing can be worse than this ,
rest is all flawsomely gorgeous.
Something comes in to go out ,
but the prints left back ,
carry all lessons.
Dear baby steps ,
we all are on a parade,
very few among us are adventurers,
be one such.
With love , from a happily lost self.
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