Aged Mirrors (4) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (4)



Our years grew old.
Little by little we learn
How to accept ourselves:
Another name of love.


Evening's garden.
The roots of our sadness:
Tears with earth in their mouth.


Slowly, gradually
Tears like a diamond:
A stone made of time and pain.



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Monday, October 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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