The evening in our body.
Even our tears lose their youth:
The rebellion against pain.
Aged hours.
We don't know
Whether it is our tears
That grew bigger
Or the world smaller.
In the evening's eyes:
An oasis.
Water that knows
What deserts are.
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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
Raquel, such a fine spiritual poem..........10++++++++++