in search of lost time

poetic_person

What is gone is gone they say;
The tears in the eyes mean  
Something bad has passed.


Let the flowing river flow
Let the setting sun set
Let the aging bird age
Let the dying little lamb
Die in its pen,
of cold perhaps
Let the hot flowers wither
Let passing time pass
Let let let.


I let the setting sun set;
I do so to forget--
To forget is the beginning
Of the remembrance of things past.

  • Author: poetic_person (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 11th, 2021 01:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Accidental Poet

    Wonderful write . Try as we may to forget that which cannot stay. But remember we will, that of our hearts fill. ; )

  • rebmasters

    Beautiful and evocative of my favourite Proust



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