The seeds
One day
an old wise man
gave me some seeds
a handful of them
“If you plant them
they’ll bring you wealth
and grow by themselves“
And despite
my own efforts on thankless lands
the seeds didn’t grow
nor did my wealth
One day
knocked down by my efforts
I throw them away
and they started to grow by themselves
For the germinating power
doesn’t lay in my hands.
It lays in the seeds
and hospitable lands.
mlaure
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