Aged Mirrors (64) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (64)



Little by little
Our walls lose their doors,
Their windows.
We remain alone in our life.


Aged time.
Life grows narrower.
Inside it, the little things
Seem so vast:
The flowers, the murmur.


The little liberties of the evening.
We chose to see
Only what our eyes
Can endure.



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