It was a sunny day,
the day that was,
an Indian summer
among autumn,
something out of Bradbury's
The Dandelion Wine,
and you could forget
the coming great dark,
and this evening -
a Gothic novel,
The Devil's Elixirs by Hoffmann,
gloomy,
rain, wind,
and gazing
at the window,
odd shapes in the fog,
where the withering trees
let the imagination
return
to its childhood roots.
23.09.2026
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