A tiny bud was struck on the other side of the stream,
Shivering cold, deep starving for food;
Other buds cheering up their friend;
One footstep forward, the old wooden bridge cracks;
Oh my God! I wish to be alive and fulfil my dreams, thinks the bud,
Eyes closed, fully determined;
One huge leap onto the front, it reaches much farther;
The bud realised its true potential and thought " Was it really me?"
Title Courtesy : Anmut
Shivering cold, deep starving for food;
Other buds cheering up their friend;
One footstep forward, the old wooden bridge cracks;
Oh my God! I wish to be alive and fulfil my dreams, thinks the bud,
Eyes closed, fully determined;
One huge leap onto the front, it reaches much farther;
The bud realised its true potential and thought " Was it really me?"
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| Photo : "The Walk" film |
