Enakomerno deževanje
na ploskve sivih kamnitih streh;
vse bolne, žalostne so moje sanje
in v sivi žalosti zamrl je smeh.
Jesenska roža je zaprla čašo
in tiha se nagnila v siva tla;
in somrak pal je čez vasico našo
in zrak je mrzel od dežja.
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