Aged Mirrors (35) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (35)
Pain is not a stranger anymore.
Slowly
We learn it,
And it learns us.
Maybe the evening is a shore:
The immense nostalgia
For the sea.
Hour made of quiet.
We bring ashore our existence:
What we were. What we are.
It's evening in our life.
The earth and the sky inside us:
A struggle. A truce.
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Friday, June 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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4/26/2024 2:50:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the earth and the sky inside us, good and true