The evening inside us.
We die the way we live:
Gaze after gaze.
Evening lost like the shadows.
It is our pain that knows
Where to find us:
Our name, our address.
Aged hours.
Slowly our gaze grows vast.
As vast as a sigh, as a tear.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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