Montag, 8. Oktober 2018


Walking under trees through the park
rain drips out of their foliage
I bend over to pick a chestnut fruit
which crept just out of its shell

Paths in cultivated nature
colonnaded aisles lined by trunks
Solemnly, like a cathedral
light beams of leaf vaults

Tranquility, beauty, freshness
I turn home with these treasures  
And to protect me from evils
I now have a chestnut in my bag


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