Aged Mirrors (73) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (73)



Late hours.
We realize
The years have taught us
Without teaching
The way the rain
Teaches the grass how to grow.


Evening's river.
Our body: a weary leaf.
Slowly it lets the water
Carry it along.


The twilight inside us.
We learn how to say
'Pain', 'solitude'
With a quiet tongue.




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