Leo Yankevich - Silesian Landscape

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The January wind bangs against the window-panes, maliciously twists the black bones of shivering trees, racks Baroque clouds in a scudding cycle of dreams, under which rooks, like cast-out angels, frolic, cough up hermetic blasphemies on a grey day without snow. Leo Yankevich poemhunter.com/poem/silesian-landscape/