every night the same
ballerina
in a crow's cry

by the hearth
sudden craving
this autumn evening

butterfly
in a wide field of flowers
even if cherry-flowers bloom

in autumn rain
slipping so cleverly…
turning into rain

new coolness
the light shining on
starting to fall

bonfires for the dead
raccoons
barely disturbed

wild geese murmuring
woven in plum scent
the sea

autumn wind
and a nightingale's love song
draw me to them somehow

foggy night
nothing left
in the autumn twilight

snowing…
the thud of textbooks
a cool breeze

another spring
the sound of raindrops
a lark singing above it

the moon and the flowers
asleep
left behind

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