Aged Mirrors (59) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (59)
It's late in my life.
I'm not stronger that what I was.
Only, I got used to the solitude,
To the pain.
Anonymous evening.
We've lost all our names on the way.
We remain alone in our life.
Weary hours.
Even the wind is fatigued.
Nothing to tear
Our roots of earth.
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Wednesday, April 1, 2020
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