Where are you, my love?
I turned every stone,
searching for you.
It’s autumn…
Perhaps you are hiding
below piles of leafs
of colours that burn?
Maybe, when spring comes,
you will return.
Cold, lonely winter
is coming to me.
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Alenka H., 2021