Aged Mirrors (93) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (93)



Twilight lost as childhood.
We lay aside all our hopes,
All our names:
Our broken toys.


The silence inside us.
Slowly
We learn how to listen.
We become hearers of life.


The small wisdoms of the evening.
We learn how to hear
With all the ears we have,
How to see-
With all our eyes.


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