Aged Mirrors (9) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (9)



Evening made of tidy hours:
We try to put order
In the chaos of our pain.


Twilights come empty handed.
Nothing left to sell.
Not even the dreams.


The evening in our soul.
We still long
For the longing
we've lost.


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Saturday, December 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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