Aged Mirrors (61) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (61)
Crepuscular hours.
We realize we're as strong as life:
We lead it
And it leads us.
The family of the evening.
We adopt
What was always our child:
The solitude. The pain.
It is the end of the voyage.
The earth
Doesn't speak anymore in our feet.
It whispers in our mouth.
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It is the end of the voyage. The earth Doesn't speak anymore in our feet. It whispers in our mouth. Whispering in our mouth. tony
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5/1/2024 9:42:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The family of the evening. We adopt What was always our child: The solitude. The pain....... touching and meaningful. Beautiful poem.