Mosses
Green leaves blocking the sky
under the tree branches,
Between the triangular and square
pebbles of the softest curve,
Water of unknown origin flows
white streams of water and bubbles
Appear and then disappear,
and at some point,
Pass by the big rock right in front of you
become one with your poor friends
Then it hits the edge
of the computer monitor.
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