Citizens of the evening.
At long last we have the right
To be alone in our soul.
The years of struggle.
Slowly, gradually
We teach our throat
How to say the word 'peace'.
Evening: the no-man's-land
Between light and shadow.
We realize nothing is as close to truth
As this hour.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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