Old evening. Old body.
A new mouth
That has learned how to say
The word 'tenderness'.
Everything is a beginning,
Even the evening:
A new time that doesn't know us,
That doesn't remember our name.
Our eternal soul.
It is our body that knows
Where the voyage ends.
When to repose.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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Our eternal soul. It is our body that knows Where the voyage ends. When to repose. /// beautiful expression on the soul eternity