Mid-day, the winds are
blowing fierce, and all the dim
green under the overcast sky,
all the red and gold, swaying
in the winds, swaying in
the chill winds of the fall
that blow over the withered
grass and hay on the fields
directly into your thoughts.
25.09.2024
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