FROM THE HAND OF AN OLD FLEMISH MASTER

The world beyond

the windows is at a distance

from my existence, 

contained,

serene pale blue sky,

white clouds, brown fields,

like a painting from

the hand of an old

Flemish master

hanging on a wall.

30.03.2025

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