Dark green of the drenched evergreen
trees and the grass, the gold of the withered
leafs left on branches and the hay on the fields
disappearing into the gray mist merging
with the covering clouds - three colours
that make the morning and the mind
living its slow, silent hours.
18.09.2024
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