Aged Mirrors (48) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (48)

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Old evening. Old body.
A new mouth
That has learned how to say
The word 'tenderness'.


Everything is a beginning,
Even the evening:
A new time that doesn't know us,
That doesn't remember our name.


Our eternal soul.
It is our body that knows
Where the voyage ends.
When to repose.


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Monday, September 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 23 September 2019

Our eternal soul. It is our body that knows Where the voyage ends. When to repose. /// beautiful expression on the soul eternity

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