Mad Mirrors - Part C (69) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Mad Mirrors - Part C (69)
UNTITLED
QUOTE: ' A flower lifts its head to the blows of the rain' - D. Thomas
Our flowers
Bend their common sense
To the blows of the rain:
The daily tempests.
UNTITLED
QUOTE: 'Hands don't have tears' - D. Thomas
Maybe the body is our outer soul.
At times
Our touch trickles from our fingers:
A tear of the hands.
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