Aged Mirrors (83) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (83)



The appeased shadows.
We realize the little defeats
Were our own:
Mother and child
Of what we are.


The little desert of twilight.
Even our regrets are a dry river:
They have consumed their tears.


Evening's voyage.
It is the tears
That carry our eyes.




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