Aged Mirrors (44) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Calm shadows.
We never really win our fears.
Only, they are no longer a stranger.
We know their face, their name.


Lonely years.
We trust no longer the aged body,
Nor the soul- our old nomad.


The hour of shadows.
Little by little
The silence becomes a friend.
An enemy.


It's late in our life.
We leave the mirrors behind.
The only mirror left
Is the inner murmur.


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