Drinking coffee, watching
an old Western at 05:12; outside
night over, light of morning,
still summer - yet yesterday
saw a fallen, withered birch
leaf, half yellow, half green,
a herald of things to come -
these summer days falling
quick through grasping fingers
towards the past, that frozen
land of memories being
shred by time's wind.
27.07.2024
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