Aged Mirrors (28) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (28)



The aged soul.
We don't believe, nor disbelieve
In reason,
The way our little life does.

The evening in our soul.
Slowly
We seek the quiet
And it seeks us.

Twilight.
The curved body.
Inside us:
Years bent like pain.

Shrunken evening.
Everything grows thinner:
Our voice, our gaze, our hungers.


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Friday, May 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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