When suddenly, at midnight, you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now, work gone wrong, your plans all proving deceptive — don’t mourn them uselessly. As one long prepared, and graced with courage, say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Part of a Poem: C. P. Cavafy, 1911 — Image: Dari, Midjourney v 5.1, 2023
