>>3780445very beautiful
>>tfw character limitI know this feel anon
Here's a poem by Georg trakl
"IN WINTER I"
The ploughed earth sparkles white and cold. The sky is lonely and immense.
Jackdaws circle above the pond
And huntsmen step down from the forest.
Among black tree-tops silence dwells. A fiery glow flits from the huts.
At times sleigh bells ring from afar And the grey moon is slow to rise.
Game gently bleeds to death by ridge
And ravens plash in gory gutters.
Reeds tremble yellow and erect.
Frost, smoke, a pace through empty grove.
>Photograph by Masahisa Fukase 