YET IT'S THE SAME, WHATEVER FORM AND COLOUR IT TAKES

The gravel road had a wide pool

of brown meltwater, the pure

fallen snow, like a human soul,

encountering the world below.

Yet, birds drank from it, and

frozen over, covered thinly

with freshly fallen snow,

it looks like purity itself.

03.11.2024

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