IN THE JULY DUSK

...and then the rain starts

again, falling, falling

through darkening hours

&

when it fades, in the evening,

and sunrays break

through the clouds,

the wind rises, comes

over the woods branches dripping,

across the soaked fields,

comes with the pale, warm

light softening the colours

of the landscape...

26.07.2022

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