Coming back from the walk
done under overcast skies
I throw myself to the sofa,
and what refreshed
is in the dark outside, now,
seen from the isle of light,
framed by the windows,
but true darkness is yet
to arrive. Light hides
what's still not flooded
by the tides of night,
an early grave for the day
covered when barely dug.
03.09.2025
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