Aged Mirrors (18) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (18)



The evening inside us.
We die the way we live:
Gaze after gaze.


Evening lost like the shadows.
It is our pain that knows
Where to find us:
Our name, our address.


Aged hours.
Slowly our gaze grows vast.
As vast as a sigh, as a tear.



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Thursday, February 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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