Aged Mirrors (37) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (37)
Aged time.
Inside us:
Years of naked suns.
The purgatory of dreams.
Twilight's shore.
Like a wave we lick the sands
With our last tongue.
The shrunken body.
Even our eyes grow smaller.
We can see only tiny miracles:
The flowers. The murmur.
Aged years.
We're no longer thirsty for reason.
The water of the murmur
Is enough.
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5/8/2024 12:35:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Aged years. We're no longer thirsty for reason. The water of the murmur Is enough......// beautiful expression