The fields are greening
on the ridge and the valley,
but here the fields are brown
and withered, here the autumn
spreads in light and shade
under the same azure heaven
vaulting the greening fields,
and the ditches, running
silent muddy water, mark
the boundaries of spring
and fall that was and is
and will be.
24.04.2025
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