The dried leaves
Sere and yellow
Then the red axe
Red
In the brown humid
Soil
The fireworks of
The white stars
White stars of an
Enraged night
Gobbling waters
Gulping in the sun
Lark of the dawn
White tailed horse
Fleeing
By the lone chapel
In the burning countryside
At night
At night
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