Birds singing loudly in the mid-October dusk,
and closing your eyes to the brilliant
golden and orange leaves
you can pretend it's not withering
autumn, winding time back to
those lost and wasted months,
vanished in the darkening
time that engulfs landscape,
the birds and you.
Stand still, close your eyes,
listen to the singing and regain
lost time with each note.
12.10.2024
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