Aged Mirrors (72) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (72)
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Hours made of dusk.
We lose our outer wings,
Not our inner ones:
Our secret lightness.
Aged time.
I have to prove nothing anymore,
Not even to myself.
It's late in my body.
I have to endure nothing anymore,
Not even the tomorrow.
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Monday, December 28, 2020
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