Aged Mirrors (15) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (15)
Rating: ★5.0
Our body: as old as our years.
We live our last life.
We die our last death.
Crepuscular hours.
We're too fatigued to rebel:
To defend ourselves
Against ourselves.
It's late in my soul.
The years
Make the world more remote.
Myself- closer.
The solitude of the evening:
Our weakness.
Our strength.
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Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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5/7/2024 6:40:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
greatly written- solitude of evening is our weakness if we are in fear and our strength if we are facing it bravely! (of age) its great