Raquel Angel Nagler Poems

Rain, unmixed with oblivion,
Filled my eye.
I walked
Upon images of God in the water
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Beneath the nocturnal drums
Made from the skin of insomnia
I hear my little terrors:
Ten fingers of silence
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When I tread, a tired wagon
On the footprints of the rails,
I wonder how do I lose myself
Step after step,
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Through the glance with its aura of sadness
I see nights
That search what I've never lost
Days
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Through the glance with its aura of sadness
I see nights
That search what I've never lost
Days
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In the middle of a life
That is singular, yet many,
Whom do I hear
When I hear myself
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In the middle of a life
That is singular, yet many,
Whom do I hear
When I hear myself
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