Slowly, gradually,
We slide down the evening's slope
Like a tear of stone.
The loneliness of twilight:
We exile the years
And they exile us.
Tranquil hours.
We realize we betrayed no one
Except our dreams.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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