Within the bounds of a lonely night

WITHIN THE BOUNDS OF A LONELY NIGHT

                To be unloved  –
                is merely a misfortune.
                To not love –  that's true misery.
                A. Camus

Imagine the stream of cars,
rushing almost silently
beyond the windows, within the night...

Slowly
                the snow falls...
It falls
            on
                the houses.
It falls
            on
                the streets.
On
       lonely  people.
It falls
             on
                bridges and
on
       the churned ice.

(...)

Here comes the New Year.
The spruce in Alexander's Square.

White –
               in black.
Cast iron
                darkens in its fence...


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