The Sun bloated, orange-red
sinks behind the crest
of the treeline turning black;
the evening soundless,
this day of crisp light
didn't bring back birdsong,
silenced by three days
of snowfall and rain,
leaving the breezeless
April landscape
a lifeless painting
being covered by
the grime of
the descending night.
08.04.2021
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