Too Small and Too Big
When I stand under a lofty tree
A too small me, I see;
And so my problems are;
Like the dust, they just flee
When I sit in the mid of my backyard,
I see the big me, too bigger than awlsnail that crawls;
And so my level of confidence is;
Like the mandevilla, it climbs up, never falls
June 22 2021
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