Cold winter night,
it feels like that, in
the darkness, minus
eight degrees, but
memory clings to
the vision of fields
parly melted snow
in golden light from
the day past and
gone, a vision of
imperfect spring.
Shimmering light
against the darkness'
freezing gaze.
07.04.2024
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