ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND THIRTY-FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

It's autumn. Yesterday's

ceaseless rain, today's

gloom - the summer

washed away, its gold

painted over, its green

dimmed. In the dark

of the late evening

I light a candle for

the summer that

has passed.

22.08.2023

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