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lørdag 12. november 2011

Mot vinteren

bright red
the pitiless sun
autumn winds


autumn colors
without a pot
of red-brown soup


along this road
going with no one
autumn evening

borrowing sleep
from the scarecrow’s sleeves
midnight frost

a strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky


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