And now every day will be
shorter than the one before,
until the bleakest winter despair
starts the slow, stumbling march
to a resurrected summer, one
that will receive us older, marooned
farther from those summer days
whose memory makes us waste
these latter summertimes on
our way to the final fall.
25.06.2023
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