Raquel Angel Nagler

Loneliness (3) - Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

There are Sundays
Like a flake of sand in my hand,
More threatening than the whole desert,
As if they were an undiluted solitude
Without a pause, without a sigh.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2011

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