Darkness submerges our days Comments

Darkness submerges our days
in the inconvenience of rain
and complaining; here too it is

November and the trees, although
more southerly, grow bare
or fade in their eternal green.

But it's not until in the nights
so much more intensely black
due to their lengthening, to the black

of the holes around their stars
that the years narrow
on the sadness and regrets

they repeat: it was not the loving
that was too heavy, but our own
incapacity to bear it was

too great, innocence is insufficient
to acquit us.
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