Far

May 5, 2023

1 min read

By Aditya Mallick

Just a bunch of seeds in the wild

They seek so much place to grow.

And they wouldn’t be able to sprout

If kept together on the forest floor.

All of them need space to identify

The truth of what they are.

Sometimes the harshest of winds

Will take them the most far.

By Aditya Mallick

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