September month of expectation
September month of trepidation
the leaves to tremble start
and
in their trembling starts
their anguishing:
on the one side
the Inner Soul
begins its angst
on the other side
the Inner Soul
awaits expectant
the end of the year:
day after day pass
superfluous and sterile
with every passed day
resignation grows
the foot slides further
in the grave.
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