Out of the puddle

As I crawl
out of the puddle
and my hair is splashing with rain,
my sandals are flapping like windmills,
and the mud is flowing everywhere.
Everything is great in the puddle,
warm, muddy and gray.

 

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Dessy Tsvetkova

 

 

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