Tiny roots awaken,
from seeds of sacred birth,
rising with silent whispers,
to bridge heaven and earth.
Creeping through veiled paths,
against the grip of stone,
defying mortal limits,
in cracks where light has shone.
Piercing ancient walls,
these roots journey deep—
bearing unseen burdens,
where spirits often weep.
The hand that builds,
the wills that bind—
hold no sway here,
where life seeks the divine.
Breaking stone's embrace,
casting shadows wide,
life's pulse beats eternal,
in the mystic light inside.
MyKoul
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