Aged Mirrors (94) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (94)

Rating: 5.0


Evening's sadness.
We realize
Everything has a price.
Even seeing.


Late hours.
We look no longer for the ship.
We know we are
The last port,
The last island.


Aged years.
The only answers we listen to
Are the answers of life:
The years that know
The name of our sigh.


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Good poem. Top score

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