THE DYING SUMMER

I have given up on life,

I have given up on death.

The first fallen leaves

of the autumn

on late July summer night.

I have given up on death,

I have given up on life.

A huge hedgehog

hides in the long grass

and bushes

on my backyard.

We give him water.

I dare not say aloud

that he might

be ill.

I have given up on life,

I have given up on death.

28.07.2019