After the sun,
after life together, and the words,
after all the laughs
and hugs synthetic and concise
imbued with modesty,
night fell,
looming sunset,
and, without noticing,
the color turned yellow,
svanivano,
after a last flicker of light.
As in a lake landscape,
the sun paled
Life on the water of our lives,
not yet lived
and already over.
Blades of grass in backlight,
slender memories
in the evening orphan
whatever tomorrow.
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