Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and forever;
Time is a kind friend; he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten,
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
-Sara Teasdale
Interesting...I can see how you would identify with this poem ;)
ReplyDeleteI memorized it, actually ;) lol
ReplyDeleteWhatever ;)
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