Sunset.
Heaven publicly dying wishes
lighting petting
again a distant star
one brilliant coup of August days
is gone and with the cries and murmurs of Anemoi.
from my window I can hear chants of Austro vehement,
and begins to appear on my cheeks the color of the spleen
and in my soul,
intrinsic bitterness black bile ...
is here!
sordid is the season has come the fall.
Photo and text: Kafkian (Light Lugosi)
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