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There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.
I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
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Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
...
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
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The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
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So much have I forgotten in ten years,
So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,
And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
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When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
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I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
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Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
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Lost in my thought and I realize maybe some people aren't suppose to have legacy some souls are supposed to disappear and never be remembered off gone and dismembered in the the mind forgotten through time I think this is my fate I won't be a thing just an after thought floating through time forgotten even in my friends mind once I'm gone I'm certain everything about me will be forgotten like the wind I passed in a moment and gone within the next.
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An aged pilgrim prostrating at the steps
of Potola Palace, to her piety I bow
My feelings long since forgotten now
...
Far between my fears forgotten,
Behind masks made by the guilty ones,
She asked me if what I thought was what i'm thinking
N' freedom flashed through sands of forgotten sorrows
...
bhool jao jaisay tum kisi phool ko bhool jatay ho
us aag ko bhool jatey ho jo sonay ko shudh karti hai
bhool jao, bhool jao hamesha k liyay
kyon k waqt dyalu dost hai jo booDha tumain kar deta hai
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Forgotten,
leaves blown upon the wind where no one sees.
Forgotten,
a gull soars upon the wind over the open sea.
...
You need walls with nothing but the dawn The garden is a reflection of the inner mind forever departing You need those staring eyes You pick out the most easily forgotten pair And begin to forget Fear you fear each day's freckle-faced loneliness Violence lasting from four to six o'clock Music leaves bones scraped clean Clanking in fields Nobody knows whether your ears are ringing right now Nor do you know you only need the room to be empty With the masochism acquired in a lifetime You use the sunlight to glimpse the unattained real last day But for the sunlight there are no tears The garden's name yet unspoken is forgotten
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It is all forgotten
Even the stars will be forgotten
Even the sun the moon and the blue sea
Even night
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We all came from the soil
We shall all return to soil
Our flesh came from the soil
Our flesh shall return to the soil
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Lies he, bathed in blood
Among many other's who fought for this very mud
withering in pain, he takes his last breath
Wishing his soul never rests
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I have elapsed my childhood
To play I have forgotten.
I have forgotten to cry
To smile I have forgotten.
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