Scarred Mirrors (15) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Scarred Mirrors (15)



Noon heat.
Everything exhales itself into us.
We recognize things our body so often forgets:
The softness of the air. The smell of quiet.



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Anita Sehgal 16 June 2013

great.. meaningful!

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