Orchard Stillness
Late apple on the branch.
The ladder leans into dusk.
Hands return empty.
Wind moves through the grass.
One fallen leaf turns over—
showing its pale side.
Night gathers the tools.
The last light rests on the gate.
Nothing is missing.
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Luca Moreau
1914 - 1979
French
Modernist
Luca Moreau writes about post-war reconstruction and resilience. His compact forms capture the architecture of hope.
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