Even vivid dreams soon but the mist of morning
our mind struggles to remember gazing
at the wet fields, undulating glimmering
in the sunlight. Yet the images transcribed
into words are etched into mind like no faded
mist can hang upon this sun-drenched land.
19.09.2024
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