Little by little we realize
There are so many truths:
The truth of the morning, of noon,
The truth of our evening.
After years of speaking
We learn how to hear.
Even the murmur of the flowers
Is audible.
Late hours.
We know
We are citizens of ourselves.
We have the right
To protect our solitude.
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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
To protect our solitude