A day is gone

Far in the northwest a bright Sun sets
a small ceremony, a reminder
that from my lot of thirty thousand
another day had I spent.
What have I done? What have I left?
The Universe flows
and I follow along.
How could I do otherwise?

Marcus Antoninus

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Author: Marcus Antoninus

Philosopher, poet and lover of life.

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