How to live the next moment.
The evening: a home.
A corner of the infinite
Hat knows us.
That remembers our name.
We rebel no longer against the sea.
We let it erase our footprints
Step by step,
Dream by dream.
The fatigue of the hours.
We seek no longer the soul.
We let it seek us.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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