Discomforting autumn morning …
from the pen of Sándor Petőfi
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2 min readJan 14, 2024
Discomforting
Autumn morning.
Overcast skies, to no end.
Onto autumn’s
Withered garden
Raindrops aimlessly descend.
In my room, the
Two of us sit:
Me and boredom, incarnate.
Unwelcome guest!
Like a yoke it…