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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