Aged Mirrors (34) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (34)
The twilight inside us.
We don't struggle
With dreams anymore.
We let them sleep
In a corner of our life.
Little by little
We learn the language of the garden,
Of the murmur.
We are less alone.
The evening:
One of the hundred names
Of our loneliness
It's late in our soul.
We lose the power to believe.
We gain the power to accept.
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