Serenity
The trees breathe softly.
Leaves are falling down.
The Earth is full of love -
the soil and the foliage.
What else is there to desire
when everything is now here?
Who will come near
to lose onself in the air?
No despair everywhere.
Tranquil trees are touched
by the wind, sofly trembling
their leaves. The sky is for
those who fly high.
We are now here. A sigh.
08.10.2020
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