Aged Mirrors (63) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (63)



Little by little:
The shrunken world.
It reduces our solitude
To human size.


Our body of evening.
We die anonymous.
Our names die long before us.


Slowly we realize
The victory of heroes
Is dying young.



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Monday, April 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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