Aged Mirrors (32) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (32)
Rating: ★5.0
Little by little
We realize
Freedom is the liberty to move,
The liberty to stay, to go nowhere.
Inside us:
The courage
To surrender to the murmur:
To the evening's rain.
It's late in our soul
Yet we don't become wiser.
We don't know how to live.
We don't know how to die.
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Friday, May 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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