Calm hours.
Inside us:
The power of peace.
The peace of power.
Little by little
Solitude is no longer
A guest in our life.
It is the host.
Maybe
The flowers' murmur
Is the only laughter of the angels
We know.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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