Aged Mirrors (52) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (52)



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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Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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