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Seasons

March 26, 2017

The day would have been grey anyway
the old rain in the gutters expected.

After all, the seasons change, the light
changes, repeats itself like the dark

with dreadful regularity, each night
more, or less, hours of darkness

each day less, or more, light at dusk
until the Sun falls into the dark Sea.

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