Lotus

I sat near a pond,

head down, lowered gaze,

racing heart, heavy breath,

wet feet and hands in mud.

I see lotus in a dirty pond.

guarding it’s immaculate beauty and purity,

blooming out each day from the heaviest mud of all.

At then I wished to revive like a lotus.Ā Ā 
N. Reflection

 

 

 

 

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