stoic the stone &
cold the rain
quench at flame &
seek the space darkly
under wave nine
quell, quell
the fever for that
inside remembrance
forget the old
forget the old
forget
4 responses to “forget”
Excellent. Love the ending, the two lines repeating brings home the point.
Thank you, Bob. 🙂
9 is my favorite number, couldn’t say why
It is a magical number. Perhaps one of the most magical. Maybe you sense it innately.
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