are clinging onto a
weird looking, rolled-up item,
unaware of the presence of
busy, teenie-weenie workers,
preparing many such tiny abodes,
planning a quiet takeover.
Clinging onto dear life after a windy challenge. Facing those challenges, those safe ones, can be tough but... can be jotted down as a learning experience, in the journey of growth.
The sun has set and darkness is carving out spaces for itself. A curious hand brings something that looks strange. Shh! Can you hear the leaves crying silently, exhibiting symptoms of thirst ? Nature shows its creative bent.
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