Things we find in the mud
First rays of sunshine,
the icy soil melts.
In the mud I find
thorns sharp as barbed wire,
unexpected treasures,
pieces of shells like splinters of bones,
eerie presence of a distant sea.
The path becomes a pilgrimage,
between truth and imaginary,
between love and lust,
between black and white.
And all the things I have found today
will be there again, tomorrow.
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