i shall not think of you
when i, by necessity, in this soul searching
proceedings, shall take back what i thought
i left, along the past paths of my own time,
i shall not think of you, as i, go back
to the river, where my soul once sang,
the loneliness, of my stories, the
horror of what chose to chase me
and shame me, and now
i face them back, each step
each thought, the bus winds
on the steep mountains,
i shall not think of you,
neither shall you think of me,
in fairness to the wounds that have
taken all their time alone
to heal themselves.
i shall not think of you, for now i have regained
the crown of peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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