storm on a beach
screamings of seagulls
flying round in circles


morning smell of lilac
after a night storm
flowers under a bush

    
after a drought
with some first drops
a smell of dust

        
in an old barn
dust raises in the sun
a smell of hay

            
May glade
I am spreading a blanket
in the shadow of a pine

        
path to a beach
sky changes
into sea

    
statue of the Leader
there and back
a pigeon parades

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