Slowly we realize
Places continue to voyage.
They leave us alone in our body,
Alone in our evening.
Heavy evening.
A place
Where earth has more power,
More gravity.
Aged years.
We realize that even our little days
With their little souls
Have room enough for pain.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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