Road of thorns
When walking barefoot
in the distance
Secure the prickly
thorn
I have stored it in the
gab of the muscle
The sandals that walk
here and there on the earth
It is said to have
stored a million thorns
And thorns in the
savings account of the tree of thorns
Occasional fallen
thorns do not count
There are also thorns
that stay in the memory and do not come out
There are thorns with
journeys as long as the trails stretch
The thorns make the
mattress for the foot
The spiritual
experience is not yet over
Even if the thorns in
the eye are thrown away and move away
Thorns flying in the
air fill the roads
A couple of thorn trees
were on the roads then
Now there are roads
through thorn trees
When there is no one to
plant good trees on the roadsides
The flowers of the thorny
trees bloom on both sides
Dusty wind blowing like
torn thorns
That thorn trees that threatening
the crowd of the clouds
Cross the thorny path
in time
Little by little humans
get used to it
A thorn at the end of
each trip
Climbs memorably into
the flesh
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