Edvard Einarson - Beautiful Decay.

a narrow road down the hills.
by its side cried an oaktree.
the wind brought its leaves to soil.
it stood alone in shadow.
undressed by cold autumn decay.
untill spring it would be vigourless.
to me it had never been as beautiful as now.

Edvard Einarson

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