

The anxiety that it will come,
When you least expect it, the last day,
Can gradually fade away,
When you make a palace out of an hour,
With rooms as vast as a minute,
In which not even begun
The seconds to sparkle.
How much arises from little,
Like from the divine seed,
From which emperors grow!
Monica Pillat
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