The Sun a treasure hidden
beyond the clouds, and the hours
stretch dark across the spring day
garbed in withered autumn
of nature and life, Lazarus
still lies dead in his tomb
and faint are the laments
of his sisters on the branches,
and silent is the road
that brings no redeemer
to resurrect the dead land
casting a green shroud
over the mouldering fall.
20.04.2025
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