There's not much wisdom in what we do,
and hope... even less. We live for the day,
and yet dream of the years to come, of
some future time when we shall be
blessed, and all is tranquil and at peace.
Well, that place, of still and cool rest,
the end of all the ache and yearning
- it's the grave.
28.05.2023
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