IT WAS EVENING

Arvo Turtiainen(1904-1980)

It was evening, quiet, somebody opened a window

at the roof's edge on the fifth floor.

A hinge creaked, an echo rushed to the roof,

tinged in the sheet of the chimney cowl,

I found the sky, stars.

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