Dreamless hours.
We realize
Life is the art of the possible.
Twilight: the power of defeat.
We are conquered by ourselves.
By our inner murmur.
Inside us: so many evenings.
The evening of the light,
The evening of our body,
The evening of our dreams.
It's late in our sadness.
We realize
We die like a dream:
Slowly. Little by little.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Twilight: the power of defeat. We are conquered by ourselves. By our inner murmur....//// beautiful poetic expression