The rust coloured leaves
the furious sun
the simmering heat –
Are they the silly dreams
of our feverish imagination?
The sombre crowd
that hunts like a mob
and sings with the poets –
Surely we must be sick
to be a part of this madness?
The gentle morning breeze
the quietly flowing river
the farmer on his ox-cart –
Do we imagine the calm dawn
to soothe our frayed nerves?
The dark, silent night
and the shrill cry
of the owl –
Is it the call of the soul
giving expression to our loneliness?

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