Crepuscular hours.
We realize we're as strong as life:
We lead it
And it leads us.
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It is the end of the voyage. The earth Doesn't speak anymore in our feet. It whispers in our mouth. Whispering in our mouth. tony
The family of the evening. We adopt What was always our child: The solitude. The pain....... touching and meaningful. Beautiful poem.