I live in the evening.
The evening lives inside me.
We sigh
With one deep throat.
Hours made of loneliness.
At times the silence
Tears my lips
Like a cry.
Twilight.
The repose of the eyes
From all they have seen.
Slowly they curl in the shadows.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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