We feel close to the evening,
The way one feels,
When he's quiet,
Close to himself.
Evening's little liberties.
We're free to be brave,
To be afraid.
Evening made of power:
We've survived
So many questions,
So many answers.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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