Aged Mirrors (53) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (53)
It's late in our voyage.
We left behind
So many unopened doors.
So many rooms
Where we didn't meet ourselves.
Twilight.
The last death of the sun.
The last west.
The evening:
A fragment of time
That contains all that we were,
All that we are.
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Monday, February 17, 2020
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