Apples, pears, plums
I dreamt during the night
When there were falling over me
Heavy, ripe ears.
It was full summer
It was mid summer
And in my village
I came back again
To look for silence
The silence inside me
But instead, this fluster
Sits only near me.
The trees have blossomed
The apple trees have fructified,
Apples are ripe
I am going towards death.
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