The autumn wind rumbles, the pale
blue sky a shredded banner with
a golden edge between white-gray
clouds, leaves tumbling withered
from the grasp of branches into
the wind's far-carrying embrace,
and that voice of the wind speaks
to your summer-longing mind,
it rips the leaves from your soul.
25.09.2024
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