Aged Mirrors (13) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (13)
It's evening in our life.
The only liberties left
Are the tiny, daily ones.
We learn how to be free
Within our small freedoms.
Little by little
We simplify our longing.
All that's left
Is the pure hunger
For the daily bread.
Twilight.
Our body:
A weary fallen angel.
We look no longer
For our wings.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2019
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4/25/2024 7:50:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
beautifully written- We learn how to be free Within our small freedoms// small season with vast sky