The night wind
awakes memories
of autumns from
long gone years,
long gone years,
but the birds that
chatter in the gloom
chatter in the gloom
only speak of the summer
that has come.
I choose the
memories, let them come
like high tide
over sorrows.
24.05.2013-18.07.2013
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