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TO FORGET
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English Poetry |
A fool I am my friend
I tell myself again and again
that I started forgetting you well within.
But yet I feel like a river’s feign of oblivion
of the sexy sands of brim…
and like a mountain’s design
to move away from lovely cloud woman.
The inner volcanoes burn and burst
often filling my heart
with hot gushing lava of passion
my outer blues are seared by vindictive Sun
You are my true solace inside and out recalled or forgotten…
whether I confess or turn down.
Yet A fool I am my friend I tell myself again and again
that I started forgetting you well within.
very nice take indeed,
Liked very much ….!