Serenity (24) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Serenity (24)



The man with the hand-organ soothed the silence.
His tears were the tears of a saint: full of eyes.
He used to eat the 'is', to sleep on the seasons of the grass.
As if it were the 'now' that carries him through time.



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