I take to words,
the only road that reaches
to those fading hours
of the morning,
lost in the intervening time
cast into abyss of forgetting;
from these gentle colours
and the sighing wind of the evening
make my back to those hours
before I laid down and forgot time,
put it is all props
in the mind, the fields
in bright green and gold
and sky in deep blue
hiding the faint, gentle colours
of this evening
when no bird sings
behind the facades I erect
in my mind to pass by.
14.07.2025
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