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Writer's pictureSarah Mattle

"Morning Haze" - ("Morgendunst")

The dead leaves of the plant stand still,

their tan is no longer to be avoided.

If you listen, the sound is shrill,

no one has the imagination to think laterally.

But death is here, there, and everywhere,

quietly and unnoticed, it haunts us.

Either it seems a great incident,

or peaceful as the morning haze.


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