another leaf
has fallen from
my window the winds
of loneliness are
coming. Pay a little
homage, but it will
not be that long,
it is getting dark and
one has to cook for
dinner, prepare the table
for all of us, we pray,
we eat together,
retell a story, sip
wine and keep ourselves
intact, till the night
summons all of us to sleep.
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