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Elysian Fields

Never shall I ever pluck flowers
again from the Elysian Fields,
or water with my tears the roots
of ivory-like white daffodils,
growing freely on the gardens of
my counscience!

The water from the Lethe
lingers in the fountain of my
existence; my love, due to you

I am willing to forget myself,
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Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love,mythology
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 27 May 2016

Awesome poem Yet, in life everything comes up with a price;

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 March 2016

My conscience! With the rules of life. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 March 2016

To forget myself! With the joy of love. Nice work.

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