Little by little
The silence, the solitude
Become a second soul:
The closest one.
The twilight inside us.
We want to learn nothing anymore
Except how to live with ourselves.
It's late in our life.
We try no longer
To balance our accounts.
The gains, the losses
Are too deep inside us.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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