Disquiet
My disquiet
Born in the moment of
self-pity,
Discovered in the search
for luck,
When everything is too
grey
Resembling the fog
Lowering
Across the plains of my
homeland in the fall.
My disquiet,
Where shall you lower
now in the foreign
country
Where there is no fog of
my homeland.
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