Aged Mirrors (66) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (66)



Slowly, gradually,
We slide down the evening's slope
Like a tear of stone.


The loneliness of twilight:
We exile the years
And they exile us.


Tranquil hours.
We realize we betrayed no one
Except our dreams.




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Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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