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evening's old
abandoned
evening twilight
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
raven's cry
in my bones
of the bed
spring
and a passionate man
now mine
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
soft skies
when i look
snail
soft skies
autumn wind
and a nightingale's love song
draw me to them somehow
somewhere
apples sweeten
plum blossoms
foggy night
nothing left
in the autumn twilight
snowing…
the thud of textbooks
a cool breeze
a popular song
a hell
that spring has come
another spring
the sound of raindrops
a lark singing above it
insomnia
into the lake
growling
the moon and the flowers
asleep
left behind
a cicada chirrs
always
they look cold
