Aged Mirrors (71) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (71)
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Little by little
We have no longer tears.
Our sadness
Doesn't purify us anymore.
The evening is not passive. No.
We realize everything is an act.
Even the stillness.
Aged years.
Even our masks grow old.
They learn how to weep.
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Monday, December 28, 2020
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