Aged Mirrors (24) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (24)



Twilight's table.
In our mouth:
The last morsel of mortality:
A sigh.


The garden of the evening.
In our eyes: old pollen.
The dust of longing.


Hours made of loneliness.
The double exile:
From ourselves.
From the world.


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Monday, April 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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