Twilight's sadness.
In our mouth: a sigh.
A voice that is half sky,
Half earth.
Slow hours.
So much time to think of our life.
So little.
Evening's voyage.
We chose the road that writes:
'Towards quiet'.
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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