keskiviikko 21. kesäkuuta 2023

ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTIETH DAY OF THE YEAR

On these days it's best
to acknowledge the date,
what was and is not, and
then fill your mind with
whatever is at hand,
to forget what should
never be forgotten,
to ease the day that
shouldn't be, for
even the flower left
in your care is dead
for year and more.

21.06.2023


#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse

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