Aged Mirrors (6) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (6)

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Appeased evening.
On our table:
The bread of the angels.
The calm wheat.


The years of useless running.
Inside our feet
The shadows travel
As fast as light.


Little by little
Our names grow old with us.
They know us.
They become more our own.



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Friday, November 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 16 November 2018

Another splendid write, dear Raquel...............10++++++++++++++

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