Aged Mirrors (96) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (96)
Slowly we realize
We can't close our doors
To loneliness:
The thief of our soul.
Our years grow old.
We become wiser.
Yet we lose our passion
Which is another kind of wisdom.
Crepuscular hours.
The only reward left
Is the smile of the world:
A flower.
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Thursday, April 28, 2022
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