Aged Mirrors (30) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (30)



Tranquil hours.
The waters of time solidify.
They become a momentary shore.

Evening's murmur:
A frail statue of air.
A monument to life.

The evening comes like a drizzle.
Yet how can the drops put out
So many sunsets inside us?

- -

From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com

Tuesday, May 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success