Aged Mirrors (81) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (81)



It's late in our thought.
So many things left unanswered,
Yet the question are too weary,
Too fatigued.


The sadness of the evening.
We realize
We've lived for moments,
We existed for years.


It's late in our soul.
We want to know only small things:
How to live the next moment.
The next hour.



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