There you lay with your bonnet of rain,
Reflecting, Mirroring, Capturing gravel & dirt
I saunter past, I splash
I slip my toe into the warm water
To rinse away the mud
What lies past the reflection of the trees?
Is there a dark opening there, an empty sea?
Let’s be optimistic and say:
The beauty of the world,
The memory of a perfect day
The warm pool, the puddle of my soul
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