Aged Mirrors (105) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (105)



The twilight in my eyes.
Sadness knows me always more
Like a tear that has learned my name.


The evening:
The story of a journey.
Of those who were left behind.


The evening:
A silent tear
In the eyes of the hours.

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