Aged Mirrors (65) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (65)
It's late in our soul.
We know it is life,
Not death,
That leads us to our abysses.
Slowly, gradually
We learn how to wash our rage
With the water of a tear.
Evening made of land.
We don't know
What ports, what seas
Are still our own.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2020
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