
Boldly hold your ground;
though tiny, the mustard be,
stands out in a stew.

Boldly hold your ground;
though tiny, the mustard be,
stands out in a stew.

Against all the odds;
blueness as vast as the sky,
life endures alone.

Silent history,
peaceful as monastery,
mystery, nature.

Promising, it seems,
a light in the horizon—
a brighter future?

A crude watermark,
staining our lives forever—
a nation, suppressed.