torstai 19. marraskuuta 2015

Brief, brief the light of a November day.
Low, low the milk-gray clouds.
High, high the swift birds rise.

Among the mud and the rain
the fallen leaves decay,
among the mud and the rain
the dead grass lies.

Pale, pale the light of a November day.
Cold, cold the wind over the fallow fields.
Slow, slow the rain falling on naked branches.

19.11.2015

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