The night, street, chemist shop, & lantern,
The gloomy lighting with no aim.
Live more — some dozens years — the pattern
With no escape will be the same.
Death brings new start from the beginning,
The past returns itself: the night,
Canal’s ice ripples with no meaning,
The chemist, street, dim lantern’s light.
25]16. 10. 2012. St Albans