Ad Luminum


A cold and silent winter rain

Falls under these strangely cloudless skies,

Who could divine the godly intent

Concealed behind this Rubicon of tears?

Perhaps then, in the end, shall

Come words for which I yearn…


Qu’on cille, dont fils…

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