Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Aged Mirrors (16) Comments

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Years made of evening.
Our tears
Are not a child anymore.
They play no longer with our laughter.
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Raquel Angel Nagler
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Mahtab Bangalee 30 January 2019

its absolutely right- Hours made of weary years. We walk no longer By the shop-windows of dream, In the markets of hope, of longing. /// beautiful poem

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