Aged Mirrors (56) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (56)



Little by little we realize
There are so many truths:
The truth of the morning, of noon,
The truth of our evening.


After years of speaking
We learn how to hear.
Even the murmur of the flowers
Is audible.


Late hours.
We know
We are citizens of ourselves.
We have the right
To protect our solitude.



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Monday, March 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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Gajanan Mishra 09 March 2020

To protect our solitude

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