ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH AND THIRTY-SECOND DAY OF THE YEAR I

Birdsong, just before

the Sun rises, pale blue

sky and fields finally

more green and brown,

and it's time to go to

sleep, to let these

hours spent on the

world's pain find solace

in the dark, cool

waters of dreams.

14.05.2023

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