sunnuntai 30. huhtikuuta 2023

ON THE ONE HUNDRETH AND EIGHTEENTH DAY OF THE YEAR

The Sun throws clouds away
from around it, the landscape
floods in golden light, all that was
cold is warm, and then, the Sun
wraps the tattered clouds around
itself again, and the bleak land lies
under clouds like the snows
that fell last night.

30.04.2023


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