Raquel Angel Nagler

Serenity (13) - Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

My years grew old.
All I can carry are small sounds:
The tiny bird voices dallying in the air,
A corner of the day looking for my silence,
The distant call of a child: mother!
You whisper: this is the art of happiness.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012

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