Aged Mirrors (102) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (102)
Maybe
The evening is as old as ourselves.
Maybe it was always here
Hidden in the folds of our silence.
Evening's garden.
Inside us: the odor of tears.
Melancholies as subtle as smell.
Slowly day parts
Leaving us
Alone with our shadows,
Alone with our evening.
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Tuesday, July 19, 2022
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