to attain it
one should ask those
who don't know its abode
above my head
exalted in platinum birch trees
the cawing crows
nestling intuitively beyond the rippling clouds
the noises of this small town
absorbs in their blackness
in a sudden breath the trees open
a small window
with no purpose
sky depicts the emptiness with a
toneless blue
dusk begins
with a sunrise
there abides its splendour
in the crowness
fraidoon warasta
20 april 2021
Limburg
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