Aged Mirrors (76) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (76)



Calm hours.
Small peace-makers
Between shadows and light.


Slowly we realize
Reason knows only itself.
We learn how to think,
Like life,
With the heart.


Slowly, we forgot how to hear.
We realize inside us
There were always too many words,
Too little silences.




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