Aged Mirrors (86) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (86)



Calm hours.
Inside us:
The power of peace.
The peace of power.


Little by little
Solitude is no longer
A guest in our life.
It is the host.


Maybe
The flowers' murmur
Is the only laughter of the angels
We know.


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