Aged Mirrors (90) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (90)
Rating: ★5.0
Evening which is also dawn:
It invents our new name,
Our new body.
Our body of twilight.
The useless lips
Where no one enters anymore
Except the sigh.
The appeased shadows.
We learn
How to shake our own hand,
How to trust our silence.
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Friday, December 24, 2021
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5/2/2024 6:35:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mirrors get aged when they are no longer able reflect our young hearts, but only wrinkles.