Aged Mirrors (33) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (33)
Evening without gods.
No one to gather our dust,
To mould us again.
It's twilight in our life.
We paid our debts to hope,
To dreams.
We owe nothing.
The aged light.
We learn how to love
The shadows that hide us
From the world, from ourselves.
Slowly we realize
Solitude is our shadow.
It will die
When we die.
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