Aged Mirrors (84) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (84)



The last day of the last voyage.
We wave farewell
With hands
As defeated as our tears.


Lonely evening.
There are no angels left.
Even our prayers
Are wingless.


Tranquil hours.
We embrace the solitude
Like an old friend
Who knows us,
Who remembers our name.




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