The landscape, as ever, listens still to God;
A dragon sleeps, forgotten and alone.
He lingers yet beside the unseen gateway —
A maple leaf that fell on rail and stone.
Along the ancient banks of German rivers —
A wanderer, unnamed, whose shadow shivers.
A shard of time, forever caught in flight;
Bitter tea makes the night last till light —
A passing dream, a shadow of the leaf,
And life, inexorably, is all too brief.
2026
Harburg Miniatures
© Copyright: Сергей Зигле, 2026
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