On these silent,
cloudy, cool days
it feels that
the summer is over;
they have mowed
the fallow fields,
crushed the flowers
and the bird nests;
in silence the landscape
flows to autumn,
and I don't know
how to spend
these empty hours
under sunless skies.
15.07.2022
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