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Corrupted Water
Mud, decay and nameless things-
A perfect mirror

Through a hole in a rock
There is sea, sun, sand and sky.
Opportunity.

Cobblestone gutters
Shaped by grit and hard labour-
Rain washes them clean.

Behind clouds, the sun.
Rain spatters windows and roof..
Birdsong floats nearby.

poetry

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