ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SIXTY-SEVENTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Light goes out with swift

strokes of ever deeper

blue, dusk lies down

amidst first stars, gives

itself to autumn night's

still warm embrace, and

low above the distant,

darkling lake the Moon

hovers bright orange

among nestling clouds.

28.09.2023

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