Aged Mirrors (104) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (104)



Twilight's garden.
Little by little
We send roots
Inside ourselves.


Silent evening.
Even the questions
Are too old and fatigued
To believe in answers.


The garden of the evening.
Flowers full of old patience.
Even time becomes
A distant, slow murmur.


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