Aged Mirrors (95) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (95)



It's late inside us.
We realize we have the power
To be happy, to be sad.


Appeased evening.
We realize shadows contain
The memory of light.


Dusk.
Our face: a shattered mirror.
It looks at us.
It fills our eyes
With broken glass.


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