the mud

I was watching
how the drops of rain
running down the window
washing the dust away
leaving a clean trail behind.

And a few moments later
the next drop is running down,
redrawing the path on the glass;
driven by the gravitational force
and Divine Providence.

I thought to myself:
same happens to the most of us,–
we’re sliding down the hill
and leaving some trail, behind;
and then turning into the mud.

(on the ground)

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