Raquel Angel Nagler

Scarred Mirrors (15) - Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Noon heat.
Everything exhales itself into us.
We recognize things our body so often forgets:
The softness of the air. The smell of quiet.


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  • Anita Sehgal (6/16/2013 1:44:00 AM)

    great.. meaningful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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