Aged Mirrors (103) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (103)



I live in the evening.
The evening lives inside me.
We sigh
With one deep throat.


Hours made of loneliness.
At times the silence
Tears my lips
Like a cry.


Twilight.
The repose of the eyes
From all they have seen.
Slowly they curl in the shadows.




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