Swipe away the negations those which cloud the vision
blurring the image of the clarity
weakens the mind and shivers with fear
for a preconceived notion.
Beneath the mulberry leaves
rests a tiny butterfly
ready to fly for its survival
lone it needs strength in the wings,
which only your faith can reason.
In the buries of the earth
lies a seed tiny in stature,
on the verge of sprouting
to germinate  out in the air.
Molten wax drips along
the sides of a flickering candle,
awaiting for hands to protect it
from the storm of periods and seasons.
All in the mind we have in store,
the thoughts as a hidden treasure,
mightier than the visible actions,
Our powerful thoughts  in quantum measures.

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