snowless morning
worries of losing a friend
wake me up
a flock of pigeons endlessly
circles the church tower
twilight grasses
each of them sways
in its own rhythm
lost in the clouds
I study poems of old masters
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 6:54 AM UTC
snowless morning
worries of losing a friend
wake me up
a flock of pigeons endlessly
circles the church tower
twilight grasses
each of them sways
in its own rhythm
lost in the clouds
I study poems of old masters