Serenity (15) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Serenity (15)



My years grew old.
The distances, they ask nothing, they want nothing.
In the silence I hear white whispers:
The breath of a little 'always',
The voice of a child that is happy
But he doesn't know it.



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