Buty
slimak
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To the white morning,
to the fresh air,
to the hot summer,
to the cold winter. as if it wanted
into absolutely everything.
Into a dry leaf,
into old wood,
into thick rust,
into hot sand,
into the cold water,
to the won stone,
to the stone down,
to the other end.
To the stone down,
to the other end,
to the stone down,
and to the other end
Perhaps there lived
an old snail,
which has my own head instead of a house.