This sadness is a ruin Whose bricks were put in place By those choices and actions. In the ash, bits of timber remain, Reminders of barbs hurled, complaints made, All those dissonant dissatisfactions.

This Rome was burning since the beginning, We only arrived at Nero’s swan song towards the end In a flash of sleepless nights, which I imagine Raged, beating time with your moans. There wasn’t much They or anyone else could do to fill your needs.

My hands raked with sand, fistfuls Of which I threw at this blaze, are the witnesses. You never even tried to build a simple house. How could you when all your dreams Featured crystal palaces, their shine and dazzle, Grand balls and riotous mocking laughter ?

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I now stand in a wood, between beams of light, The sun renews out of these old trees A peaceable life. They don’t demand Yet they seem to receive in full, See how they deepen and how they bloom!