In the wan light of the overcast morning
the landscape, a stilled stage
lacking actors, awaits;
the young birches in their
pale green at the back
props for the burning
sunrays' awakening touch,
the tall pine memorizing
its script of calm immobility
over the stumps of the
long-fallen firs
symbolizing the passing
fate of even its kind.
17.05.2021
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