Aged Mirrors (20) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (20)



It's late in our soul.
Everything is lost.
Everything is won.
We own everything
And nothing.


The twilight in our mouth.
Gone is the time
Of great hopes, great words.
It is the hour of the murmurs.


We still defend ourselves.
We paint the walls of the evening
To obliterate our shadows.


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Friday, March 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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