Is It Poetry
In A Snow Bank-Forgotten - Poem by Is It Poetry
Leaves are forgotten to him.
The forest, The tree, The spring.
During one storm that comes
a flower was forgotten,
never forgotten was the fire.
That in the past l sleep with;
Let it be forgotten forever,
time is a pleasant friend,
it will return to us when we are old.
Long stems forgotten and a long time ago,
Like red flowers, fire,
and each step lost in a snow bank-forgotten.
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