this tiny, imperceptible turning
when all at once the night
ceases its imperial advance
and the next morning promises
to dawn just a sigh earlier
than the one before.
The world still goes on dying
around it, and trying to keep itself alive.
This is not yet the spring.
this tiny, imperceptible turning
when all at once the night
ceases its imperial advance
and the next morning promises
to dawn just a sigh earlier
than the one before.
The world still goes on dying
around it, and trying to keep itself alive.
This is not yet the spring.
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