Aged Mirrors (49) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (49)
Twilight.
Inside us: light-heavy years.
They weigh no more than a sigh.
Hours made of aged years.
All our ships are burnt.
We know it's the last shore,
The last sea.
Lost hours.
The dream
That brought us here
Has died
By the years, by fatigue.
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Wednesday, October 23, 2019
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5/19/2024 11:47:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Twilight. Inside us: light-heavy years. - - feelings well said