The evening inside us.
The weariness arrives
As invisible
As only a solitary body can be.
The weary voyage.
Little by little
The body stumbles
Pulling with it the soul.
Evening: the school of water.
We learn how to be the low tide.
How to withdraw, to be small.
The end of the voyage.
The sea in our eyes dies
Tear by tear,
Fish by fish.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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