The aged light.
The remnants of our eyes
Resist only small miracles:
The flowers. The murmur.
Fatigued hours.
The only rebellion left against death
Is living our little days:
Our tiny eternities.
Serene dusk.
Slowly we realize
The shadows
Are tears of light.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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