torstai 2. helmikuuta 2023

THEY ARE BRINGING THE FUNERAL SHROUD, THE CLOUDS

Late the hour,
brief the moment
until midnight chimes,

and the copper Moon
in the bare crown dies,
entangled in grief, in woe;

the high frosted boughs
a hard deathbed make
in winter night.

10.11.2022-02.02.2023


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