Into the deep autumn woods,
among the evergreen darkness
and deciduous yellow
I shall take my weary feet,
on the long overgrown paths
of my youth, where with
long gone paws we walked
when the future was a bright,
cold Sun among torn clouds.
There the past awaits
in each shadow and behind
every moss-covered stone
abandoned by the glaciers
of the dying age of ice;
awaits, under a stream
of time, glimmering
stones of essence
in a clear and chill water.
just beyond the reach.
09.09.2020
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